you bite you lip when i ask who,
afraid of what i might say;
is it me you're thinking of?
for that i cannot say.
but as for you, i'm thinking of,
and don't go away.
lean on me and sleep,
all your troubles fade;
give me secrets, those i'll keep,
until the sun is greyed.
but as for you, you're always light,
down i'm never weighed.
ask, i'll write an ode to you,
a verse for all time;
the ink may bleach, page may tear,
but still will last the rhyme.
but as for you, i won't let go,
weaving our lifelines.