If love were enough,
We'd have a small apartment in Milan.
We'd watch the sun set on the roof and drink the stars into the night sky.
We'd blend our mouths together like the colors from our eyes.
I'd cut myself open so you could see inside.
Our house would smell like lavender and our soaps like lemon.
Afternoon tea would be a ritual on par with morning coffee.
Showers would be shared,
Our lives would be wide,
And our love great.
oh Babe, if love were enough.