I will love you,
As you burn with the lordly roses,
in the zen gardens of peace.
As the world slowly turns its back on you.
I will become your disease.
when nobody hears your painful cries,
I will.



I will love you,
when your soul begins to wither,
when the oceans stop caressing the sand,

when you have fallen lower than ever,
whenever you'd need me to hold your hand.

And when nobody sees the pain in your eyes,

I will.



I will love you,
even if you try to stop the world from spinning,
even as the great seas on the moon stop flowing,
and when loss isn't far from winning.

As the fountains of youth run out

I will.