I\'d love you anyway
even if the spires stopped
pointing to the sky
or the trains left their track
and went across country
I\'d love you anyway.
Every inch of your nave
Every beam of your roof
Every tile of your aisle
I\'d love you anyway.
Even through locked doors
or sad barred windows
or even on silent Sundays
with no bells ringing
I\'d love you.
Even as they buried me
Deep down
In the deepest depth
Of their despair
I would
Love
You.