If there was a sound of love
Mine would scream, cry, and howl
And if it had a figure, a substantial shape visible
Mine would be like a mad man turning into a madder wolf;
If love had a language, a script
Mine would be Aztec-like words with Egyptian-like meanings,
If love was a movie or a play
Mine would would only begin after 1000 screenings.
My love, if it could be felt
It would feel like thousand leeches crawling underneath the skin
If it had a scent to it
It would smell of hell fire!
Oh love, If it could have a character
Mine would be of an undead warrior.
If love could be placed, stacked, categorised into the supernatural
Mine would be the ghost of Asmodeus,
And if love was a tree
Mine would have torquoise fruits, and purple leaves;
If love was a truth
Mine would be such none would believe,
If love was the part of a story
Mine would be called the climax,
Oh love! If it was a poetry
Mine would rhyme life with death.
If love had an emotion
Mine would never grieve
If love was a jewel
Mine would be with the thieves,
If love could be seen
All would, but she would never see
If love was only love
My love would never be.