There’s a frown shaping your lips,
and I’d like to see it flipped
into a smile brave and true.
There are tears staining your cheek,
and I’d like to lift your week
by wiping all of them away.
There’s a birthmark on your back,
and I’d like to tell you that
an angel painted it with stars.
There’s a lilting in your speech,
and I’d like to savour each
and every word if it’s okay.
There’s a spider in your hair,
and I’d like to see you wear
the many silken strands it spins.
There’s a scar under your thigh,
and I’d like to ask you why
and how it came to be so deep.
There’s a dream inside your heart,
and I’d like to help you start
making the long walk to its end.
There’s a sparkle in your eye,
and I’d like to think that I
could perhaps be the reason why.