If I could write a book,
paper back and hardcovered,
it'd be a book with the perfect ending

It would be life,
a river flowing upstream,
and the sun rising in the west.

She'd be there,
the stars would shine below,
and the grass would grow above her.

The butterflies would be fear,
a tingly feeling of love,
seeing through her mind,
and feeling with her toes.

It'd begin with a run on sentence,
and start with the climax.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Mayan, in the year 377 AF.