If You Loved Me Poem by Mel Mackie

If you loved me, you wouldn't leave my side,
except to travel across each time zone
to steal the deepest reds from every sunset
and paint me murals of roses in winter.

Or tie laces on old hiking boots,
climb the highest mountain you imagine,
to summon each wind to listen closely
and carry my name over sea and land.

If you loved me the world would be blackened,
and just I would be illuminated,
to stand there like a shining apparition,
and you would be aware of nothing else.

For isn't love made up of grand gestures?
Surrendering will to enamored Gods?
To wander off a forest trail at night,
and be unafraid as it swallows you whole?