Would you—
Be the full moon fighting over the gray clouds just to radiate my small world? 

Would you—
Be the rain who'd hide my tears among your drops just to shield my sadness? 

Would you—
Be the patch of rainbow which'd color the sky when my days about to gray? 

Would you—
Be the flowers that'd cover my casket lowered to the ground below—? 

These are unanswered, 
It will always be,
But as curious as I am, 
I'd be asking you just this,
Would you? 

—Jane L