My angel in the darkness
My yellow paper rose
Come into the flickering light
And turn my words to prose

My angel in the shadow
Don't shy away this time
I need to know you're somewhere near
So my prose can turn to rhyme

Oh angel o' my imagination
Don't make me wait so long
Come into my open arms
And turn my poem into song

I am so glad I watched this.

... cannot be measured by the number of letters it is made of; its depth is unfathomable and dimensions beyond measure. To the receiver, it is his life support.