Will I have your love all the time
No matter the clime
Even when life tastes like brime
And I’ve got no dime?
Will I still be your man
When the world sees me less a man
When my pocket weigh less than air
Will it throw you into a scare?
Will I still be the sun
That feeds your moon
When the storm is fierciest
And my rays are no where in sight?
Will I still be that special man
You hold in high esteeem more than
All the gold and diamond put together
If penury come to love me like no other?