If I Were in Love. . .

If I Were in Love. . .

I would sail for the stars, searching for you if you were lost.

I would bask in the morning sun, just because you said you liked me glowing.

I would buy you the infinite bliss I could get, no matter what the cost.

I would hold your hand as we strolled through the autumn mist, hoping,

hoping for your love in return.

I would weave you a sweater, even if it were still summer.

I would collect spring flowers to put in your chestnut, wavy hair.

I would stop the passing of time, just because your heart hurts.

I would softly sing you my heart's favorite tune, hoping,

hoping for your love in return.

I would read books next to you, just to peek at your face.

I would laugh even if it sounded awkward to your pick-up lines.

I would skip, trying to sync our steps and walking pace.

I would wrap you with sheets, captured in my binds, hoping,

hoping, for your love in return.

I would paint my nails the color you see lovely to my complexion.

I would lie next to you when the rain kisses your window.

I would kiss your tear-drenched lips with affection.

 I would fall in love with you again, hoping,

hoping for your love in return.

if only I were in love. . . 

                                             - september 2011