I’ve been through countless lives

I’ve traveled endless places

I’ve been stabbed by countless knives

And flew through endless spaces

I’ve lived as a poor beggar

And died as a wealthy king

I’ve had rooms full of sugar

And sirens which could sing

I’ve had many daughters and sons

And raised many dogs and cats

I was with priests and was with nuns

And I wore various hats

I circled the world three times over

And I saw wonders which have perished

I found the four leafed clover

And memories I have cherished

But all my travels and all my quests

Are all meaningless and so untrue

Nothing is better and nothing bests

When I tell you I love you

Originally posted on October 29, 2020 @ 10:16 am