I would have slain a dragon for you
in my youth
when fairy tales were the reading
of the day.
I would have built me wings
to fly the wind
and bring you star dust
for your hair
I would have swum the oceans
for a chain of pearls
to see your smile
make envious
the whiteness of their stone
I would have done a million things
and more
had you stayed
to sing my song.
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