If I could gather all the stars, and hold them in my hand,
the colors I would then possess would not be half as grand,
as those which I have seen when I look deep into your eyes.
Or come across when I have kissed your lips,
I realize.
If I could ponder all the truths men sought since time began,
they would not teach me more than if I were to hold your hand.
For truth to no one you have touched appear as simple lies.
And nothing could be truer than your touch,
I realize.
If I were given lasting life as only God could do,
I’d shun it all and turn away, if I could live with you.
For even God has never known the immeasurable size,
of the love that is within your heart,
I realize.
