IF

If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?

The words will never show the you I've come to know.

If a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am I to go?

There's no one home but you

You're all that's left me to

And when my love for life is running dry

You come and pour yourself on me

If a man could be in two places at one time, I'd be with you tomorrow and today, beside

you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving, spinning slowly out to die,

I'd spend the end with you, and when the world was through,

then one by one, stars would all die out,

And you and I would simply fly