Love Me

Would you love me if I was not a poet, If my words did not flow, if I did not know it? If my verses did not dance, like leaves in the breeze, Would you still cherish me, just as you please? In verses of love, I penned my dreams, My darling believed it was mere whimsical schemes, She urged me to clasp her tender hand, To feel love's enchantment, no need for poems' strands. If I could not paint pictures with words on a page, If my stories did not ignite a creative blaze, If my heart did not bleed ink, with each heartfelt line, Would your love for me, like a star, still brightly shine? In a world where love is found without poet or poem, Meeting of eyes sparks a radiant, eternal home, Smiles reach deep, their gentle art, I do not need to be a bard to secure your heart. For beyond the words, beyond the poetic art, Resides a soul, a beating, loving heart, And though my verses may falter, my muse may depart, My love for you, dear, will forever impart.