10 000 PAPER CRANES

i would fold ten thousand paper cranes for you,
and if it wasn't enough, i'd double it up

but love, can't you see... maybe i would even choke up on the sun, and spit out all it's light.
yes--all for you.

and if you're stuck on a river: a hundred-feet deep, i'd sip all water away--
just so you could get out

if you're cold i'd give you all i'm wearing--it's okay.
because all i need is your stare that's hot.

maybe if we were ninety and you still want to be breathing,
i'd give you an elixir that'll end my life.
because i would, like how the moon doesn't turn it's back on us.

maybe tomorrow you'll be on a car crash, and you'll forget my name;
i don't really care because all i need is relief.
i might even probably turn back the time and take you out of the car,
and be face-to-face with danger.

but if one day, i'd say what i feel;
you may say 'no' if you please.
maybe i'd just tear it out, or probably jump a cliff--
i don't care. just as long i know you're smilling.