Scattered Imaginations.

If I could sing,
It would be songs for your heart.
If I could fly,
would take you out for a picnic on the moon.
My words would rhyme with your name,
a privilege to change everything to your game.
If the sun could shine over you just one time, for me to catch the glimpse of the beauty you possess,
I would ask for you to own me.
It isn't that my wishes wouldn't come true,
am just afraid of flying too close to the sun and get burned.
Afraid of falling deep in love with you.