Sw-ords (Sweetest Words)

To scribble you a word

My finest sword

To hum you a tune

Or play a chord

To hold your hand

And

Spin your worries into laughter

Your troubles into songs

Make you pancakes in the morning

And sit by you under the moon

Have peppermint tea on bad nights

Epistemology on boring afternoons

Laugh about our yesterdays

And (eew!!) shelter a raccoon

Draw your plans on my map

We’ll connect the dots

Via a Divine plot

We’d find our spot

And

I’ll hold your hand

While they play a chord

You will hum a tune

While my fine swords

Scribble

The sweetest word:


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