What if if we fall in love?
We lose away all our senses
I come home after a long day and it gets better by the glimpse of your smile.
Who cares if by any chance I forget life
but I remember that Ice-Cream is your
favourite dessert.
What is it to the world if you disappear
for a while
when my lips caress your neck.
What if after tumbling round and round
between a yes and a no (that nobody gives but ourselves) we take the leap and
lean in for a kiss.
What if in shame I present my nude self to
you and you clothe me with your touch and love.
What if I ditch my friends to see you smile
and get lost in the summer of your eyes.
No problem will arise of adoring you day
and night, body and soul. Loving you here, now and tomorrow.
No concern to the world if before leaving
we ask ourselves if it’s a better decision to stay here forever.
No one will care when I start to get
annoyed by your insistence on been in the same place.
No harm is done if I lie to you to keep you
mildly happy.
What if we turn our trust into jealousy and
desire nothing but hell to each other.
What if after years we get disgusted at the
thought of being apart but cannot bear to be together.
It is nothing to society if you manipulate
me with your tears while I cry to you with my indifference.
No good or bad will be done if you stop
singing to me and I quit writing to you.
Not a soul will care if after a year our
love turns into hatred and the sparkle in your eyes ceases to be the reason of
my existence.
Earth will keep turning even if we
violently exhume our most terrible fears by hurting each other.
My blood in your hands, your blood in mine.
Teeth, words, knuckles, guns.
Life will continue to grow when you’ve
destroyed my soul and I’ve diminished your personality.
It will happen without us. Life is
perfection with your heart and mine in a same place or apart.
So, if no tragedy but the one we desire
persists, why should stop our lives?
Why should you keep your voice from my
head?
Why should I keep my touch from your hand?
The world won’t cease to exist.
If our love begins or never desists.
So this I must insist:
Let our love be and our hearts fall so hard
that the world would wish it could stop.
