I wish to sing the cathedral of Heaven into existence for you.
I wish to direct the flow of time
across the endless expanse of the cosmos,
For you.
If I could stop the rain
so that each drop hovered
like diamonds or glass in the air,
I would, for you.

But of all the endless things I would do
for you,
Living this song of love is not one.
You see, I will sing anyways,
I contain too much love to keep it inside.
But I offer my hand
so that if you wish to contribute
a verse,
a stanza,
or even just a single line,
you can.

I know that this song is but
an ephemeral whisper
what will one day fade along
with the breeze that carries it.
But if just one other hears it
and picks up the tune,
maybe the song will begin again,
renewed and reinvented
to tell a story of  love
I could never have imagined.

Sometimes I feel sad
that all the love I give will
one day
be forgotten,
but then I remember
the symphonies that have inspired that small spark in my heart,
and I smile.

Nothing is ever lost,
only transformed into new and wondrous things.
So for now,
I will paint the world in the
Colors of Love
for you
and for me.
I will bring the sun to the zenith of the sky
for you,

because nothing is more beautiful
than love.