Write me. I want it flowery, I want it sunny, I want it full of oxygen, I want it pulsating with life. Then, sing me a song like a bird yearning for its mate. Do that on top of the tallest tree in the universe, right beside the Lord. Go up there, fly right into his shadow, up and up to the top of the tree, sit on it, then sing. If he asks, say you’re proving love to one of his slaves. And when you’re done, fashion me the biggest rose the universe has ever seen. Finally, right me another note, everyday, till the end of time, telling me you love me in a different way everyday, and why today your love is better than yesterday.