Oh, should good tomorrows remain but a dream
And should promises fail to be what they seem
Then I'll be your winter and you'll be my spring.

Should triumph last minutes, and failure endure
Should heartache come swiftly, and doubt without cure
I'll follow you certain, and I'll lead you sure.

Should brilliance be blinding in it's holy light
Then I'll be the darkness that holds you at night
And I'll be the shadows that trail from your sight.

Should I stumble and falter, trip, fall and fail
You hold me and heal me with hands strong and frail
If mere love is a breeze, then we'll be a gale.

Forever my balance between two extremes
Holding together world apart at its seams
Folly of all follies, yet dream of all dreams:

I'll love you for always, and you will love me.