If the Oceans were ink, black in their depths
If skies were tapestries, stars in accent
I would give them all to you, my darling
Married in endless art, forever
If the Oceans were ink, my hand a pen
I would draw for you flowers end on end
Sketches of beauty, compare not to you
The brightest petals pale in your presence
When all the seas go dry, my dear, my rose
Your beauty still written across the sky
Etched in the Mountains, the Hills and the Vales
Every Tear, Cloud and Mist carries your name