I would confer to you

If my bosom had wings, Would I pocket you upon them and

set your john barleycorn free?

Would I programme you how to dream, and how to fulfill a

dream that seemed unthinkable to trail. If my suspicion had

wings?

Would I engineer a day that seemed hopeless and unbearable

to get done easier and much jovial to support. If my

heart had wings?

Would I cart a sickened body that hurts unendurably and

make it into a organic structure that would ne'er fall and die.

If my suspicion had wings?

Could you interpret having continuous liquor for the mind

body,and sole?

Could you see in your mind's eye mortal showered with a life of

dreams that would ne'er spring too old?

Could you conjure limitless life with your blue-eyed ones

that were never understood for granted?

Could you interpret having a heart ready-made of metallic that

would ne'er go damaged or hurt?

I would hand over to you a flight of the imagination that would be remotely fulfilled that would never be a stray.

I would grant to you a day that would be chock-full near null but jollity that would never
go away.

I would give to you a stout organic structure that would living active rugged that would never visit hair.

I would confer to you eternal heart for your mind, body, and single. It would come with with a pledge.

I would bequeath you a time period of of dreams that would never shoot old. And eternal life with dear ones
that would be precious for a period and not understood for granted.

And concluding but not least, a bosom that would human activity both and never turn sullied or sadden from all the daggers in vivacity.

All of these holding I would be secure to make a contribution to you if my intuition had way.