If

a poem

Your lightest touch would squeeze blood from it
If I had a heart of stone
The absence of you would fill the room
If I was in a crowd alone

I would vibrate with you empathetically
If I was a musical tone
I would reflect from you more vividly
If I was a hue of rainbow chrome

If I filled an ocean with my tears
I could never shed enough for your pain
If I covered a slate with equations
What you mean to me could not be explained

If I was the son of the Sun
I would walk ‘cross the water to see you again
If this poem spoke truly the beauty of you
Its perfection would drive all who read it insane