[Verse 1]
Should I write you a poem?
If so, what would it say?
Shall I compare thee
To a mid-summer's day?
No, that would be far
Too cliché…
Maybe I’ll compare thy beauty
To a flower or a tree,
A meadow in the sunlight—
But that’s just not quite me.
It’s no better than your name
Placed in “Annabel Lee.”
[Verse 2]
What if instead, I told you
Of a love like the play,
"The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet"?
No, no—not that way.
A love like that died
Between you and I,
Before it could blossom,
Before it could cry,
Before it could wither
Beneath the sky.
[Chorus]
If you were a flower, you’d bloom
In the dead of the coldest day.
Small, and shriveled, and frozen—
Still alive in a quiet way.
All you need is a little light,
A little hope, a little fight.
Someone to notice you,
And hold your hand through the night.
[Verse 3]
But even that doesn’t tell
The full story of you.
You’re something out of fairytales,
Or a psalm that’s pure and true.
Your smile is joy, your laugh’s a dove—
Imperfect, but full of love.
You call me Bear, I call you Phrogge,
Our nicknames fit like a glove.
[Bridge]
But your smile fades too fast,
And your laughter dies too soon.
You hide the weight you carry
Beneath a silent, gentle tune.
You’re the one who lifts the hurt,
The healer who forgets her own.
And if I could give you anything—
I’d make you feel less alone.
[Chorus]
If you were a flower, you’d bloom
In the dead of the coldest day.
Small, and shriveled, and frozen—
Still alive in a quiet way.
All you need is a little light,
A little hope, a little fight.
Someone to notice you,
And hold your hand through the night.
[Outro]
So remember me,
When you feel you’re not okay.
I’m your Misha,
If you want me that way.
Like the moon and the stars,
Like the sun and the earth,
I love you so deeply,
I know what you’re worth.
May my prayer be the glue
When you’re falling apart,
And my love be the fire
That can thaw out your heart.
A long overdue tear,
A whispered, soft song—
God is near,
And He’s held you all along.
