If you burned the world for me,
I would stand against its fury for you,
turning fire into faith,
and choosing you even when the earth fell silent.
If you chased my nightmares from my sleep,
I would hold your pain through the longest nights,
rocking it gently in my arms,
until your sorrow learned the art of rest.
If you tended my wounds with trembling care,
I would heal you with a kiss unafraid,
letting love trace every scar you hide,
until broken places felt like home again.
And if you loved me