If It Is To Be Left Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If it is loved...
The thickest of ice,
Wouldn't be able to freeze it!
To leave it to believe it frozen,
Without it 'somehow' known!
And to be expressed.

If it is loved...
Impossible it is to forget or neglect.
OR...
Left randomly on any doorstep,
To surprise the receiver...
Who instantly seeks to keep it protected.

And...
If love like this is to be left,
It is expected to be accepted...
To regret each moment a separation disconnects.
And awaits when it returns,
For more of it to get!

Oh yes! If it is loved...
The thickest of ice,
Wouldn't be able to freeze it!
To leave it to believe it frozen,
Without it 'somehow' known!
And/or left to go unexpressed.
A love like this does not surprise,
Or disguises what is felt to show.

'I missed you so much! '

~I was only gone for seconds to take out the trash.~

'I know.
It's just the thought of you leaving.'