An Conditional Love Poem by Leo C. Jones

An Conditional Love

Rating: 5.0


I love you
If you tell me
Now you’ll give
The moon to me
That you’ll lasso it
Like the cowboys with the bulls
And you’ll pull it in
The Earth’s atmosphere and then mine
And you’ll give
The moon to me
I love you
If you tell me
When the night is dark
And starless
It’s because you climbed up
The clouds and the skies and the heavens
And picked the infinite bright bundle
And wrapped it in auroras
You got not from the ninety-nine cent store in Norway
Ill love you
If you tell me
When you hand that infinite, bright bundle
Of hand-picked stars,
Wrapped in that delicate ribbon of lights
From the far North
That when we’re old and gray and wrinkly
And saggy all over,
I’ll shine brighter than that imaginary gift of yours
That we then imaginary-ly kept at our secret hiding place.
I'll love you
If you tell me
When the sun dies out and winter comes fast and cold
In that particular way winter fastly and coldly comes
You’ll sit with me on this curb
And hug me so tight that the irons and stoves and forest fires and the core
And all those other warm stuff
Get jealous while we
Keep all the warmth
In that familiar and welcoming way
We keep it all in our embrace
I will love you
If you tell me
You’ll hold my hand as we walk along the grass
And pass ’keep of the grass’ signs
And jump in puddles of mud
And slide on slides
And swing on swings
And teet and tot on teeter-totters
And then just lie down
Wet with dew
Messy with mud
Look into my eyes
As you stutter and mumble
A poem you wrote without rhymes
Because that’s how I made you feel:
All tongue-tied.
I’d have loved you
If and only if,
I was still that silly, little girl
Who was naïve and hopeful and imaginative enough
To imaginary-ly take imaginary-ly-wrapped, imaginary-ly-hand-picked imaginary gifts from you that we imaginary-ly kept in imaginary-ly forgotten places back in the time I hope was only imaginary;
Who didn’t know better
Than to listen to you
And your sweet, tasty, silver tongue
And your sweet, tasty, silver-tongued stutters and mumbles
That were without rhymes,
Because you dared say I tied up that sweet, tasty, silver tongue of yours.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem just grew as I wrote it. At first it was titled 'Conditional Love', and I was aiming for a poem that, at first-hand, I did not notice was the opposite of another one of mine, 'A Reason'. It was to tell the story of how innocent flirting (or as the accused flirts have put it, 'Trying to be nice') can be harmful for one if actual intentions are not shared. Though in the middle it kind of transformed into something about young love. But then I thought, 'Hey, a poem about love! THAT'S NEW! ' but I completely went with it because I liked how it was going with the words and the I love yous and Ifs.
But then by the end it combined 'Young Love' and 'Innocent Flirtings that can harm' by saying 'Oh, he said he loves me, he didn't mean and said it for some other reason (Probably involving entering, and someone's pants) '.

Next comes the explanation of the title. You don't have to read it. I just have a habit of reaaaaally itching to explain stuff.

Anyway to explain the ungrammatical title, it has four reasons:
1.) I started with Conditional Love, as in there was supposed to be conditions. I kept it even when the subject somehow changed.
2.) It was to emphasize that the persona was at a young age when she had started to tell the story, but grew old and had some realizations (also the reason why the 'I love yous' change each time it's typed. Kinda correcting the grammar, etc.)
3.) It's sorta a homonym or a wordplay to the word we are more familiar with, 'Unconditional'. No conditions (obviously) . It's saying that it SEEMS unconditional, it sounds like it, but in truth, it's the opposite in disguise. Sometimes people tell people things they think they mean but they really don't. It's not just guys, but girls too. But, like I said, some people don't do it on purpose. Sometimes they are unaware of what they do.
4.) Recently, I have gotten quite fond of perplexing titles.

Number 3 is also the reason why there's the condition that 'I'll love you if you tell me.' The persona knows that she can be fooled, but can be fooled only then, not now, that she has learned from her mistake.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marvin Brato 01 October 2013

Long but a well-penned poetry, truly enthuse something of substance that keeps life exciting!

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