If you were death, I'd end it now to be with you,
Walk willingly into shadows, hearts alight, not askew.
If you were a plague, I'd be patient zero,
A willing martyr, your fervent hero.
If you were the sun, I'd risk the flame,
Burn to ashes just to whisper your name.
If you were the sea, I'd drown in your waves,
Surrender my breath for the solace it craves.
If you were a storm, I'd brave the gale,
Let your fury consume me, frail.
If you were poison, I'd drink you whole,
Let you seep into the marrow of my soul.
If you were a knife, I'd take the blade,
Feel the sharpness of love that will never fade.
If you were the night, I'd forgo the day,
To lose myself in your starlit sway.
If you were fire, I'd stoke the blaze,
Let it scorch me in unending praise.
If you were the void, I'd leap and fall,
Knowing your arms would cradle it all.
If you were hunger, I'd starve for you,
Feed on the hope your love imbues.
If you were madness, I'd lose my mind,
To wander your depths unconfined.
If you were chains, I'd wear them proud,
Bound to you, unyielding, loud.
If you were the heavens, I'd never land,
Soaring forever by your hand.
If you were despair, I'd embrace the ache,
For loving you is worth what breaks.
If you were silence, I'd learn to hear,
The symphony of your presence, ever near.
If you were the end, I'd start anew,
For every road leads me back to you.
No force, no fate, no star above,
Could sever my boundless, reckless love.
This poem explores the depths of a love so powerful that we'd be willing to sacrifice everything—life, comfort, and even sanity—to be united with the one they love. The poem is an ode to boundless devotion, embracing both the dark and light sides of love, and the willingness to lose oneself for the sake of eternal connection.
