"And I'll sing you to me."

Half-Written Love Song

I see you on the horizon,
walking towards where I stand.
I hope to greet you at the door as
you enter my promised land.
So far from me, yet I still reach to grasp
a thread of who you are.
I dance alone with silent melodies,
to the rhythm of dreams not far.

And I’ll sing you to me,
I’ll sing you to me.
If love has set you free,
I’ll still sing you to me.

And it's worth the tears of ink I've cried,
forming letters on my page;
Trying to explain my feelings
that don't fit into any phrase.
Now I sing you my half-written love song,
forgetting I'm afraid.
And picture in my sweetest dreams
the night you'll be here to stay.

And I’ll sing you to me,
I’ll sing you to me.
If love has set you free,
I’ll still sing you to me.