I'd travel to the ends of time
    For you, my one, my only love.
    I'd force the sun to leave its track
    (If you were lost) to fetch you back.
    I'd suck the juices from a lime,
    I'd re-write Moby Dick in rhyme,
    I'd happily commit a crime,
    For you my dearest darling dove.
    I'd do it all, and more beside;
    Now *would* you take the trash outside?