and if then sun didn't rise,

and it's rays refused to

kiss the earth

and if the mountains trembled

below the surface of the sea

creating waves so massive,

so strong

they wiped out

every inch of land as far

as the eye could see

and if the volcanos erupted

and spewed their magma

out of passion,

out of longing,

out of misery

and if black smoke

clouded the blue sky with

not a crevice of light to

be seen on all of

gods once green earth,

i would still be loving you,

until the end of time,

until my soul had perished

into dust that dances in the wind