Anna Andrews

(15 May 1977 / Birmingham)

I Will Love You Until


I will love you til the sun retires, until it burns out.
Until the rivers and sea dries up, or drowns the earth no doubt.
I will love you for as long as butterflies, dance in the summer breeze
Until the springs blossoms no more, until no sound of hustling leaves.
I will love you until carved trees by lovers, weeply fade away,
Until lightning no longer lights up a night, or strikes a destined day.

I will love you until all piano keys, fall deeply silent in fear
Of losing the curious spellbinding eye, and the craving ear.
I will love you until an artist, can no longer express his painted dreams
Until all beauty of distinctive sight, vanish within his screams.
I will love you until a poet, feels no pain in her written days
until the ink dries out, words are lost and pages are in a blaze.

I will love you until the wishing star that I wished that very night
No longer out shines other stars, or until the earth lose sight.
I will love you for enternity, forever may it be
Until everything has nothing, forever you'll have me.

I will love you...
I will love you until...

Submitted: Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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