• If I were some poetic genius,
    sitting on the veranda of the one I love,
    in the morning when the stars,
    just wont fade out yet,
    I think I'd write a little haiku for you.

    I'd post it on the moon some night,
    when it's dark enough,
    for you to see it up above,
    maybe you'd just sit back and smile at,
    how much a silly little human can love.

    If I were some nomadic sailor,
    and I had to leave you on the shore,
    I have a feeling my heart wouldn't stop aching,
    so I'd write you a million letters,
    or more.

    I'd post them on the moon some night,
    when it's dark enough,
    maybe you'd just sit back and smile at,
    how much a silly little human can love.

    I'd post them on the moon some night,
    when it's dark enough,
    for you to see them up above,
    maybe you'd just sit back and smile,
    at how much a silly little human can,
    how much a silly little human can love.