Could I be a tiny bird
Something sleek on wings
Sure thing; to your side I’ll fly
Lifted on the wings of love.
Could I be a watercraft
A beautiful pilot of the deep
Sure thing; to your side I’ll sail
Following the northern star.
Could i walk my tiny feet
Travelling with the speed of light or more
Sure thing; I’ll be holding you already
Be me a thing, or flesh and blood
What price do i pay to smell your skin?
© shola Amaraibi 2010