You are safe child.
But if pain ever dare threaten the safety of our love,
Then I would grant you wings to lift your spirit above the sky and allow your tears to free fall onto the face of the earth, so that its children begin to believe that the rain comes from an angel crying.
So let it rain, let it rain, let it rain and I will stand a hundred miles beneath you with my hands lifted towards the heavens collecting your teardrops in crystal glasses of wine.
Because I believe that this love potion number nine holds the remedy for time and just one taste would allow me to love you forever...