If I gave you a rose
Will you love it?
Take it home, feed it, care for it?
Or let it wilt and die?
If I let you eat all the food I own
Will you let me buy more?
Give you some, take some, eat with you?
Or let me die away?
If I fed you a line
Will you eat it?
I see you are oh so warm and kind.
Do I lie? I do not.
If I buy you a pet
Does it come home with us?
Join our life? Keep us safe and warm?
Or does it run away from lack of care?
If I ask for help
Will you give it?
Make sure I am okay? Lift me up? Dust me off?
Find me lost, and show me the way?
Or drop me on the road?
If I need a lift
Will you take me?
Body, mind, soul? Take all of me?
Come with me, see what can be seen.
Or sit it out?
If I love you till I die
Will you stay?
Care for me, with me, back at you?
Will you be with me all this time?
Or will you run away?
Come stay with me for all of time,
I love you.
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Comments (1)
Most love poetry seems to focus either on the heady passions of first love or the betrayal of the same. You manage to capture both with such longing & poignancy, hoping for the answer you desire, while yet fully aware that your feelings might not be reciprocated. Filled with hope that has eyes as clear as one possibly could.