I know I’m not an ocean but you help me be a wave so
I can swim over currents.
I know I’m not an airplane but you show me how
I’ve acquired wings.
No, I ain’t perfect
but now I’m versed in what to strive for if
I want to be crowned a king.
And know I’m not exactly ginger ale but I’ll take
care of your ailments, knock out the
assailants you stomach daily.
Know you’re my queen
and even if you plummet from your crown, I’ll bend
down to pick you up,
And failing that, when I’m too old
to swim or fly,
evolve past a point or settle your
it’s all part of the life and
and I only want