Would You

There is no remedy for love but to love more. - Thoreau

if i bled you a sonnet would you fold it gently and place it in your beauty's drawer

if we danced in heaven would you need a floor

if we kissed in rags 'neath the regolith of the moon would you remember what we wore

if i crossed the ocean would you meet me 'pon your shore

if i brought you rare vintage would you part my soul asunder and pour

if i grew you flowers would you know what they were for

if we labored in the throes of passion would you consider it a chore

if i opened my heart to let you in would you enter through such a door

if i loved you a lot could you love me more

if i counted to three would you chime in with four

holding each other for eternity as an undying love we swore

after all, 'tis you i adore

Author's Note

"Love must be as much a light as it is a flame." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Pete
sometimes it takes a little coaxing to really get what you want...your desires...so you have to tempt in a way.... i love the "ifs" and the temptations....I would definitely take you up on your "if's" some of them are so romantic, mysterious, exotic, who wouldn't want to fall in deep love with you Pete.... "ii I opened my heart to let you in, would you enter through such a door?" I would!
Lovely Pete
Warmly, B

[Pete]

yes, well worth the risk for the "right" one. as you say, we don't know until we try. thanks for sharing the real thoughts b. ... :_

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Pete, an important aspect of life…
Warmly B

[Chris Shaw]

A very fine love poem masterly crafted Pete. So many questions. An adoring write, so beautifully composed. Bravo.

Chris

[Pete]

love - where would we be without it or hope of it along with all it bestows. thanks for stopping in chris ... :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Beautiful poetry tenderly expressed; a questioning hopefulness and a hopeless devotion implied, the sweet anticipation of confirmation tinged with a little fear, a little self-doubt, a sense of humility and unworthiness. But are any of us worthy of love? We call the wedding bower an altar because it is where we sacrifice the self and one life is born of two. I so enjoyed this lovely poem.

[Pete]

yes, we really put ourself "out there" becoming vulnerable when we dare love. the more precious the thing the higher the associated cost. in this case it is well worth its weight in gold and more. thanks so much for sharing thoughts fbf ... :)