If smell a rose
your nose
could not
I'd happily give you
what I've got.

If lungs you needed
to inhale
I'd lend you mine
to breathe again.

If you cannot
warm up at night
I'll hold you close
and very tight.

If it's feet you need
to get you walking,
or a tongue
to do the talking
I will give you what I have
to know that nothing
you'd then lack.

If your heart was
failing, dear
I'd be afraid
you'd disappear.
I'd roll up everything I own
and give it to you,
to not be alone.

I'll give you my heart
my blood, my mind
because our two souls
are of the same kind

and without you
I cannot breathe
and without you
I will not be me.

I'll give you everything
you need
just so that you
won't have to leave.

The difficulty is, my dear
I can't give you these things,
I fear. 
One day we'll have to say
goodbye;
and only then
my heart will die.