I know the wind will someday stop,
whispering your name.
I know the clouds will someday drop,
and it will never rain.
I know that one day it must change,
I loved you far too much.
And I wouldn't think it very strange,
if mountains wept for us.
I wouldn't blink an eye,
if flames began to melt,
I wouldn't wonder if,
it was exactly how you felt,
nor if you asked me why no sound,
would come out of the thunder.
I wouldn't wonder at the sun
if it suddenly dropped under.
And I would know the answer,
to the stars' now subtle hue.
It wouldn't strike me as ironic,
that the world ended just for you.