There is no great love,
Without great foolishness,
And from the love I hold for you,
You could call me a King of Fools,
For in my quest for a treasure for you,
I would defy space and sanity,
To pluck you a fruit from the very stars.
But the moon can be quite the jealous bitch,
And wants to stand in the way,
Of anyone trying to strive,
Such great lengths in the name of love,
That it obscured my path and attacked me,
But I wouldn’t let something as insignificant,
As that massive lunar body stop me,
I kicked it right in the face,
And sent it’s orbit flying in reverse,
The resulting tidal waves were an unintended consequence,
Of my dramatic battle to prove my love.
And I dove deep within the belly of a star,
Yet not a single burn appeared on me,
For the flames of my passion for you,
Made that nuclear fire feel like a cold shower,
And in that starfire did I find,
A single tree in full bloom,
Speckled with bananas,
Black and covered with stardust,
I plucked one from the branches,
And flew off, back to earth,
To present you with a gift,
That defied all reason and space,
For that is the only thing worthy to present,
To the divine thing known as you.
And this dangerous trial,
Of angry moons and star bananas,
Is the very least of all the things,
That I would do for you.