If Love

If love were a stream, It would flow from my veins into your mind. It would infiltrate your soul and flourish in your heart, as it does mine. If love were a flower, It would not dwindle in the cold, It would thrive on the every ray the sun offered it throughout eternity. If love were a song, It would be sung only by me for your ears to percieve. It would last longer than any horn could play. If love were an ocean, Its waves would only bring tingles of excitement and it's sounds comfort. It would never hesitate to wrap its fingers around the sandy shore. If love were a clock, Its hands would stop on the very second that it began its journey. It would erase all that is future and remain in the presence of itself. If love were a painting, Its colors would imprison your heart and send it to mine in a glance. It would speak to your soul as mine would. If love were a blanket, It would cover every inch of your body until you felt no cold inside and out. It would decorate your being and your personality, as would I. If love was able to see, It would glimpse upon the two of us together. It would let us only see eachother and all the beauty that surrounds us. If love lasted forever, It wouldn't seem long enough. It would not measure up to the thousands of eternities that lay before us in the time ahead.