If I wrote you a poem

If I wrote you a poem,

It would be tailored to your vocabular pallet,

Unprecedented, it would be the umami of poems,

Your world would be hushed by its impact,

Its figures of speech would align to your silhouette.



If I wrote you a poem,

Verity would be the font of each word,

Every syllable would imparadise you

Even derision would sound euphonic.

My stanzas would coalesce with your reality,

Akin to the interwovenness of your face and my thoughts.

As gripping as it would be,

It shall pale in comparison to your captivating beauty,

The beauty I wrestle to keep out of my head.

I rest the exaggerating lie, you are not my dream woman,

For I've never dreamed of this perfection,

You've exceeded my expectations.

If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't

I don't trust fate to deliver you a second time,

I'd rather dream again than awaken.

In my dreams, I'm led by my subconscious,

Yet even my subconscious is superceded by you, precious.

You've found a way to my heart and have made it lucent.



In reality,

If I wrote you a poem from my heart's abundance,

You'd pause, reflect and blush after each line,

My poem would make your senses tingle,

Nail between teeth, you'd smile to wrinkles.



If I wrote you a poem, it would be too good

But it would definitely be true too.

The sensations will linger for ever, poetic utopia

My words would be synonymous to you.

They would caress you like hands and lotion,

Poetry in motion would paralyse your every notion,

All other words would be lies except my portion.

If any other ever wrote you a poem, you'd remember it with caution.

My hypnotic ruse would make you doubt theirs,

Theirs would be an indecipherable message to your ears, incoherent and lacerating,

Whereas mine would be the salving balm

For all the promises they made and broke in their poem.



If I wrote you a poem,

In that poem, you'd feel.

If I wrote you a poem,

You'd know René Hubert wrote you a poem.