if i could pluck all the wildflowers from the entire earth

and weave them into a perfect crown

with help from all the little birds,

it still would not be worthy to adorn your head
it still would not be worthy to adorn your head

and if i could gather every splendid stone from the dirt

polish them and build a winding pathway

up the hill to your front porch,

it still would not be worthy to grace to soles of your feet
it still would not be worthy to grace to soles of your feet

and if i borrowed every elegant phrase ever written

and assembled them into

the eternal poem of praise,

i still would not be worthy to grasp your hand in mine
i still would not be worthy to grasp your hand in mine - 

so when you lie next to me i can see

the earth the air, the water and the universe

collapsed into your half-closed eyes,

i can trace all of history leading

down your spine to your hips,

i can see every extinct creature dying happily

in the evolution of your lips,

and i can see my soul rise out my mouth

and explode into a million pieces showering you

in an endless, perfect, diamond mist.