I would like to tell you something

It seems he knew. All along, yes. He knew the color of the sky would change on that day. It rained, yes. My sky was grey. The bouquet upon me was pretty, though. And he knew.

I am undone, it seems. I was for a while, yes. He made it impossible to get away. And while I continue in this, he knows how to shape it. He shapes me, yes.

He says it will never end. Yes, I agree. And I hope this equally sweet song will never end. The melody sweeps, yes. At least I know he holds it all. I do believe he holds it all.