If love was a sea,

We would drown in it, you and me.

The salt of the waves pressuring out minds

And ropes on anchors with out feet bind.

 

If love was a balloon,

You and I could float off into the bright light of the moon.

The air lifts us to touch the stars

And with every twinkle, they cover our scars.

 

If love was an eye,

We could see all the lies we tell ourselves to get by.

Images would become etched in out minds

Until the laser makes us blind.

 

If love was a bird,

We would soar until the world became a blur.

Freedom would be at the tips of our wings

And songs of bliss we would sing.

 

If love was a flower,

We would grow little by little with every passing hour.

Thorns that protected us would whither away

But we would flourish more and more everyday.

If love was wrong

Everything worth living would be gone.

Still, we would delve into the sin

Even if it meant that we were thrown into the unholy pin.

 

If love was right

We would fight for it with all our might.

War within ourselves would brew

And triumphantly we would come out, bloody and anew.