My Words to You

If words run out in my native tongue, I’ll borrow from another
I’ll learn foreign tongues from scratch in search of new ways to sing your praise
When I exhaust all the words in all the tongues of men
I’ll seek new ones in that of angels

If language does not suffice, I'll paint
If the world runs out of color, I'll sculpt
If it runs out of stone, I'll charcoal your name on tree-bark
And if all the trees were burnt to ash, I would trace your face in the sand

If the earth were empty
If it were nothing but black and formless void
I'd make the darkness my voice
And even the silence would scream my love for you