I'd leave a thousand roses,
if I thought you'd see them there,
to let you know that never
in this life I'd cease to care.

I'd cry a thousand teardrops,
if I thought you'd ever know,
how much I've cried in all these years,
since when you had to go.

I'd find myself a thousand blades,
and shed my blood with each,
if I thought in my demise
I'd find myself within your reach.

I'd beg a thousand nightly prayers,
if I thought I had a cause,
but how could any god so great
slay hearts as pure as yours?