Love Poem: Would You Love Me If I Wasn'T a Poetic Book?

Would You Love Me If I Wasn'T a Poetic Book?

Would you love me if I wasn't a poetic book? 
It is a strange question into someone's ear. 
I know how much  love and hate cost. 
I can ask freely " 
Why hating some innocent people? 
Yoh! many people have their own choices 
If some people love those ill-treating them daily 
What about the one who make them smile mostly? 
Yoh! how good and kind a person can be? 
Going to different gardens 
while thinking about beautiful words 
to heal wounds of traumatised folks.

I am a poet
Holding poetic pens. 
Can we let 
Poetry flowing zigzag ways?  

            Poetry flows,
            flowing like medical waters
      in the wounded throats
to heal pains in the bellies. 

Poetry flows, 
      flowing like
         love medicines 
               in the muscles 
                   to  refresh the
                     flying minds. 

Poetry flies ,
flying like multicolor doves in the sky, 
                       Lovers hugging  seriously
                   As love burning their hearts,
                       Bodies vibrating strongly.  
               Strength increasing  rapidly,
             Smile , smiling peacefully 
As bodies moving , 
pleasure aggravating 
Day moon  is provoked, 
strange languages
 sounding deeply.
Shame goes  to hell, 
I love you , I love you 
I love you , I love you
Becomes a hot song to be listened publicly. 

Would you love me if I wasn't a poetic book?
Why not? 
Why yes? 
It is a personal choice 
As poetry and pottery are not lottery 
As love and hate are not from same family 
As angry and hungry are not from happy 
As jealousy and envy are very ugly  
As birth and death are all surprisingly  
As negative and positive moods make solid poetry.

Would you love me if I wasn't  a poetic book? 
If your heart says ," yes" 
And it will be it forever 
As love always wins.