My thought for you

I would do anything for you
Fly to the highest of heavens if I could
I'd bring the stars
to be your guide
When your world is bleak
and you are weak.
Flowers don't mean much I know;
They wither thrice as fast as they take to grow.
I'd cry my heart
to prove my love,
I'd slit my wrists,
I'd bleed and die
But if all these seems too unreal,
then at least I have the thought
of stringing these words
in honour of you.