Still

If I were the King of Spain,
And you were a tree of plaster and gold,
I would still find you

If you were lost at sea,
And I were a lion with sore feet,
My eyes would still catch yours across a crowded room

And if I were to walk until I could no longer walk,
And you were to sit by the fire and read,
You'd still think of me before you fell asleep

And if I were a swan,
And you were a toad,
You'd still write to me

If you lost your mind,
And if I were to fall, and die, and never come home,
Nevertheless you'd hold my hand

If I were made of stars, a million pin-pricks of white,
And you were a whole tribe of cavemen,
Even then you'd still kiss me under the willow

Even if I only saw you in the lights of an aircraft,
And you loved nothing but reeds,
Still you'd marry me in a meadow in June

Written Dec '07

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