What would you tell me about love?


Would you build me a stained glass tapestry?

Would you cut out rainbow colours

And fix them with the lead of your sweet rhetoric?


Would you sing me a house of cards?

Would you weave me a thousand symphonies

Out of that bitter-sweet thread?


Would you drown me in your dark passion?

Would you raise a kite to twist and turn inside my mind

Blown on the winds of that treasure paradox?


Would you fashion me sonnets out of price tags?

Would you hand me fear in a gilded box

Bound with amber ribbons of tenure?


Would you have me believe in angels?

Would you measure my light on broken scales

And talk to me of the commodity of love?


Would you?




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