Paint me, sing me, shout to me a story
A tale of tragic proportions, or not
A happy tale or something of that lot
I’ll even take something you know, gory

As long as it’s you, from you, only you.
Add some eloquent words, make it pretty;
Lengthy and long, short, sweet, itty bitty
I’d love it all; it shall make more than do.

But not because the writing is un-topped,
Not even if your words are grand, refined
Fancy paper can’t and won’t make me woo.

So don’t worry, I wouldn’t have it swapped,
For anything—dangerous or benign
All I want is you, yours, anything true.