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, too.

And when my love for life is running dry

You come and pour yourself on me

If a man could be two places at one time, I’d be with you

Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way

If the world should revolving, spinning slowly down to die, I’d spend the end with you.

And when the world was through, then one be one the stars would all go out,

Then you and I would simply fly away