if

a picture paints

a thousand words,

then why

can’t i

paint You?

the words will never show

the You i’ve come to know

and if

a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am i to go?

there’s no-one home but You.  You’re all that’s left me to

and when the sun and stars have all gone out …

‘if’ by bread.

‘words’ taken from 4:4 of job.