If You Knew

I loved you until poetry turned into a jungle. I loved you until the words cut my flesh inconsistently if I could still lay an eye on it, if you could hear me, I would tell you how I carved your name on green arms of the Ocean, I carved it with my last wish on the floor of the sea. if I could still talk, if you knew how to listen, I would tell you everything what is love but today it is nothing else than a conception of your dreams.