I want to be your cup of tea
You grab each morning from the tray,
Your burden is publicity
My lot is just to hope and pray.
I want to be a bar of soap
That’s sliding down upon your skin,
I live my life in endless hope
To reach your world you’ll let me in.
I want to be your yellow Moon
To watch you sleep and guard your dreams,
I want to be your sunny noon
To warm your body and your limbs.
I want to be your Universe
To line the planets in parade,
You are my blessing and my curse
Which makes me bloom and makes me fade.