Could I carry you on my wings, fly to hide and play,
Feed you things, be your slave, always to obey.
Treat you like a goddess queen, feed you fruits so sweet,
Or comfort you in sexy ways, and sit there at your feet,
Or maybe I could be your king, who fights your battles more,
Or a romantic romeo that always holds your door,
Could I be the gentle one who strokes your soul to sway,
Or a jester who will make you laugh, each and every day,
Maybe I could be your prince, who rides a horse that's white,
Or maybe just a sappy chap, who dine's by candle light,
Or maybe I could be your guard, and march in line for you,
Or maybe just a messenger, who brings the poems through.