If one day you looked at me
and said that you no longer saw love,
all the clocks in the world would stop
and give me all their minutes to mourn.
All the seas in the world would dry up.
Every river would stop running
and give me all the water to keep on crying,
long after my eyes had turned to dust.
But I would not need the minutes to mourn,
nor would I need any tears to cry;
Because if I ever heard you say those words,
in an instant, I would lay right down and die.