What if the sky burst forth, in white, and blows a gloomy gale?
What amidst the stormy night we decide to set sail?
What if the rolling hills of Kent be green and orchards red?
What if I played a peek-a-boo among the pillows in your bed?
What if the daisies down my lane droop in a sultry line?
What if I go down on my knees and ask you to be mine?
What if you gather me in your arms and love me till I cry?
What if our love is a beautiful dream, would you love me till I die?
What if I love you more than words?
More than the lips could say?
More than time could give me a chance?
More than you could pray?
More than you could ever love me,
More than my breath each day?
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