Questions of Love
My love,
were your lips any sweeter,
roses would have blushed
to the colour of your lips;
My love,
were your love any warmer,
I would have melted
in your arms;
My love,
had our souls held in eternal kiss
our bodies would have been locked tongues
our lips us and we one in bliss;
My love,
had you not closed your eyes,
the brilliance of the radiant sky
would have blinded me
and the depth of the deep seas
drowned me;
My love,
had your questions been any sharper,
they would have shred our silence
to pieces
and laid it at the end of our feet.