Would you love me, if I haven't a thing
To give to, to breathe on, to leave with you
Would you love me, in the rain of my strayed hairs
If ever heat comes, and my skin tears
Would you warm my fingers in the freezing cold
And bear the burdens I fight to hold
Would you love me through my toughest mornings
Leave me gifts, and deal with my yawning-s
Will you record in film all we do
Even if, we look like fools
Please don't stop writing random letters
We'll have our meals on cute printed platters
Will you vow to keep making me better
Share my life, and yours together
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