Should all the cupids of this world
Suddenly spurn love in casual shame
And if all flowers were also gone
I'd be loving you about the same. Should moonlight quietly disappear
And ardent emotions regress to lame
If cupid's arrow was lost to sorrow
I'd be loving you about the same. If the heavens no longer lit the sky
And darkness was the road to fame
Still, I would not need guiding light
I'd be loving you about the same. When enamor is put to ultimate task
True love stands above life's petty game
Truth is flawed should one wear a mask
And yes, I'll be loving you about the same.