The last time we spoke
I found you unabashedly woke
And I was a little shy
Coz I feel I’m gonna die
Like dead, like RIP me
Coz you are quintessentially free
And I can’t contain
An ocean in your mountain of pain
Because the forest runs wild
And I have loved you since I was a child 
Growing up to the brambles and brush 
Always being in a sort of a rush
Trying to fit in all I can
Then suddenly, a man 
At eighteen years old
The story’s not even close to being told 
Coz I’m ancient and I’m new
But I’ve never seen anything like you
With your debonair 
And your cute as hell fucking hair
And I know you might disagree
But, honey, if it was up to me
I’d keep you for a century, more
Fall to the floor
Coz I adore 
Everything in the way you move 
You look like Astaire in your shoes 
As they make a pattern on me
I love you Now, eternally