IF The Bread
If a picture a thousand words.
Then why can’t 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 stop revolving
Spinning slowly down to die..
I’d spend the end with you..
And when the world was through..
Then one.. by one.. the stars
would all go out..
Then you.. and I.. would sim..ply
fly.. a..way..
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