If I were to stand in a pool of your tears br And found that my acts placed them there br Then love, my love… I would sink to hell. br Where there is life I would not dwell. br br My heaven, sweet heaven, is in your smile, br And heaven’s beauty I wish not defile; br So, if my lips were to kiss one not your own, br I pray my head would fall off its bone br That it does not reach my heart of stone, br Which will rot as this virus spreads. br Instead of betraying your love, I rather be dead. br br And if my hands were to hold her waist as done to yours, br My limps, every finger, I pray would be strewn br Upon the ground, for it is better if I were a thought, br Than to betray the one who gave me her heart. br br Your heart I value much more than rain br On a desert journey of many years. br Thirst be thirst… to mine for you, nothing compares. br I long for you as a desert does for dew. br Knowing that which I receive is not from me, br I value your love; each day it gives jubilee. br br Your kiss is more than a kiss, it is a sign, br And it says for eternity you will be mine. br And as your shadow does, I belong to you, br I love you.