Perhaps Then....

If they had never invented words like darling,
And if the tender rose were black instead of crimson
And all the birds were starlings,
perhaps then, who knows…..
If eyes would not sparkle with emotion saying it all
with never a word
If all the force of the ocean could be quelled,
or a heart as its stirred,
If the power of the written word
Would never touch our hearts
Perhaps then, who knows….
If it were forever winter and the sun was turned to coal
And there would be no warmth at all
To melt the darkened soul,
Or whispers there to soften the cold and bitter edge
Of loneliness and heart-ache perhaps then…
...just maybe......
perhaps
I could stop loving you.

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Janet Martin