by John Strick
If the rain fell down for forty days, I?d stop you getting wet.
If you fell from your silver cloud, I?d be your safety net.
If you cried, or hurt inside, I?d turn your tears to wine.
And I?d stop the earth from turning if it would make you mine.
If all your world was turning grey, I?d put the colour back.
If the burden got too much for you then I?d pick up the slack
If you want to walk along the beach, I?ll make the weather fine
And I?d catch the falling stars for you if it would make you mine
The universe is infinite, and so is my love for you,
It never goes, it only grows, and all I say is true.
I?d take my feelings to the grave if I lived to 99,
And I wish I?d the courage to tell you all this, so I could make you mine.