I never felt magic crazy as this.
I never saw moons, knew the meaning of the sea.
But, now that you're here, brighten my northern sky.

Would you love me for my money?
Would you love me for my head?
Would you love me through the winter?
Would you love me till I'm dead?

I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But, now that you're here, brighten my northern sky.

-drake(1970)