“If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert, you would see only sand.
If my love were a star-late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings, I’d be soaring in flight.”
If my love were a desert, you would see only sand.
If my love were a star-late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings, I’d be soaring in flight.”