If

If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can't Eye paint yew
The words will never show
The yew I've come too no

If a face could launch a thousand ships
Then ware am Eye too go
There's know won home butt yew
Yaw awl that's left mi two

And when my love fore life is running dry
Yule come and pour yourself on mi

If a girl could bee too places at won thyme
I'd bee with yew
Tomorrow and today, beside yew awl the weigh
If the whirled should stop revolving

Spinning slowly down too dye
I'd spend the end with yew
And when the whirled was threw
Then won buy won the stars wood awl go out

Then yew and Eye wood simply fly aweigh