Saturday 27 December 2014

If You Loved Me.



If it weren’t perfection you sought
I could give you imperfection, 
but in that imperfection
a world of possibilities and dreams

Among all the suitors
if you'd only let me be the one
my words the ones to woo your heart
my arms the ones to satisfy your cold

Oh darling, we’d grow old
hand in hand- heart in heart
tales would be told
of the couple that never were apart

If you loved me
the moon should be yours
and all the starry sky
and all the windy sea

If you loved me
I could offer at your feet
all the anthems sweet
of ancient loves and lovers
merry clandestines of yore

— december roses
would be your bed and throne
if love and sweet wishes
could only make them so

if only, if only
love, you could love me


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