Would You Still
Would you still love me if I told you I adore you night and day -
or would your knowledge of my capture be my doom -
to fall to you I might forsake the interest I might pose -
while we remain as shadows on the edge of the hardwood floor -
specters waiting to see which is most haunting -
who will be the first to slip into the spiral of romance -
relinquish control in favor of hope ...
Would you still love me when we've melted into each other's arms -
or would your soul soon sigh from pain after knowing pleasure's curse -
that the best is the first-fruit of the harvest and all after is much worse -
and we lock step, trampling some dreams while we stride -
to the bitter end, together, surely there is some cause -
that will seal our lives with meaning ...
Would you still love me when I perish from this earth -
taken far too young by the scythe of dreadful death -
who has no remorse in his empty eyes -
could I dare to believe you'd treasure me -
though I had nothing left to give ...
I ask these things with solemn smile -
watching you with cautious desire -
If you really knew the pain you'd face,
would you still love me?
1 December 2018
Written for "Would You Still Love Me?" poetry contest, sponsored by Edward Ibeh
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