Even Should I Look At The Same Stars As You

even should I look at the same stars as you and even the heavens, though the same shade of blue shine onto those paths that ourselves so well knew we'd not have a hope to find something as true at the altar where once worshiped love; all was new even should time stop or stand still at our whim however we viewed him, as captor or friend no matter the hours in-between there'd been and the world view as virtue or condemn as a sin- there's too many stitches now, ever to mend even should I hand you my heart, again now and even if you treat it, as you never knew how and had time not marked pain in the folds of our brow and supposing, we never had taken that vow- we have used up the reasons that love would allow