To someone on top of the world

I would have loved you.

In the rain and in the dark and in the cold, I would have loved you.
In the clutter and the cobwebs and the mold, I would have loved you. 

On the hills and in the chasms where the plains were still a dream,
On the street and in the hole, if no one else had known your name,
I would have loved you. 

And I will love you.

If you're old and you're forgotten, wet and soiled, I will love you. 
If the tender hands have gone, and your devices all are foiled, I will love you.

If you're weak, If you're sick, 
If the drugs are not enough,
If you lose your wild elegance, your beauty and your bluff,
If all you have to offer is the joy that I feel when you exist, 
I will love you.