The nimbus and the rains
The rails and the trains
The compass in my ways
My yeahs and the nays
The sun and the rays
My nights and the days
The truths and the lies
The lens in my eyes
The cargo, the sack
The spine in my back
The lungs of my respiratory
The heart of my circulatory
My once, my twice, my thrice
So you have my promise
Heard the sand of the sea?
I will number you will see
Seen the stars of the skies?
I will count prior night dies
I will love you to the moon and back
Not a thing you will lack
Be the roses in the spring
The gown and the ring
Be the snow in the winter
A piano or a guitar
The holder of my trust
The reminder of my past
The foreteller of my future
The owner of my every feature.