If I could write about love, I would write about you.
I would tell your story, your truth, your life.
The word would not be needed, the topic undisclosed.
Describing you would describe love.
If I could picture love, I would photograph you.
I would print your image on a canvas of your heart.
There would be no edit required for your real beauty.
You would reflect perfect love.
If I could model love, I would sculpture you.
I would mold you in clay and carve your flawless lines upon your face.
No cosmetics would cover you, no scars masked.
Your perfectly wounded body would stand for love.
If I could listen to love, I would hear you.
I would play your sweet music, ringing through my ears.
Major and minor chords would entwine effortlessly, gracefully.
Your melody would sound like love.
If I could feel love, I would touch you.
I would wrap myself in your strong arms, hold your protecting hands.
My senses would embrace the emotion, the pain, the comfort.
Surrounding my being would be your love.
If I could love, I would love you.