Song For Her Poem by Sean Keefe

Be my lozenge
My pollution
Be my problems
My solutions
Be my burden
Suspended by balloons
Be my taxi
That arrives too soon
Be my ocean
Always waving
B & Q
Crazy paving
Be my ache
My constant sorrow
My reason to lie in late tomorrow
Be the smile that lights this beaten face
Be my epitome of the whole human race
Be my losses, be my battles
Be my birthday, my death rattle
Be my absolutes
Be my maybes
Be my, be my
Baby, Baby
Be my bits, be my bobs
All those irksome little jobs
I've put off for another day
Oh, if only you would turn and say
Be mine
If only you would turn and say
Be mine.