For You (by Dmitri to Tatiana)

A man once wrote about a yellow wood,
Two roads diverging, and a choice he made
But me you cannot ask to choose one path
So curious I'd try to follow both
And look to you, you ling'ring in the shade
And trust your good advice, as well I should


A man once wrote about a talking bird,
And losing her that once he held most dear,
And if I ever lose you, oh my heart,
I'm sure that birds will try to speak, to hurt,
Because they'll have your voice, and this I fear.
But this won't happen, so it's just absurd.


A woman wrote about her endless love,
Of counting all the ways that she knew how,
Our love I know no way to quantify,
I only know it's endless, like the sky
It started with the world, needing no vow
As countless as the stars that shine above.