By: Rachel Florence Connelly

I would love you until the sun does not shine,
and still, even then, I will love you through time.

If the moon shines above and a new day has not come,
in the dark of the night I would love you the same.

If the snow fell in Egypt, and sun beat down here,
I would still love you more, year after each year.

And if the day comes that the stars fall from heaven,
I would love you that much, oh that plus eleven.

Snow flakes do not amount to how much I love you.
Rain drops cannot explain it, they are just far too few.

The ocean cannot explain the depth of my soul.
It is much, much to shallow and much, much too cold.

If the winds fail to blow and the grass fails to grow,
I will love you always, at least that you will know.