The sky may emit a pall of gloom, 

The air may not blow, with the smell of bloom,

You may not look at me, the way I want...

I would still sing your song of love,

You would tune my words with conch and gong,

Amidst your voice, 

I write you, my love song..

The earth may show signs of resent,

The rain may drench, the one to repent,

The clouds may signal your nonchalant ignorance,

I would still sing your song of love.

Word by word, I breathe your huff...

Through you I live, right or wrong, 

I write you, my love song...

Note after note, I go astray,

Tunes are a many, in this melodious fray,

A wrong cord here, a right cord there,

Drum beats loud, strings with its flair,

Subtle are you, through my gruff voice,

I write you down in my own weird choice,

You sit through me, in prayers and in honk,

I just write you, 

My eternal love song.