If Love Was

If love was an ocean, 
I’d be the sandy shore
Patiently waiting for its caress, 
Elusive but tender, 
Wishing it would last, 
Forever. 

If love was a tempest, 
I’d be a mere leaf, 
Incapable of deciding where I remain, 
While it tosses my entire state of being
Into a frenzied reverie, 
Nestling at the very precipice
of sanity. 

If love was a dream, 
I wouldn’t even know. 
Seduced by its surreal vividness, 
I’d happily believe in illusions, 
While the voice of rationality
Lies in the blissful slumber
Of ignorance

If love was a miracle, 
I wouldn’t have believed in its existence.
Till I stumbled upon it. 
Entangled I am, by the lack of tangible evidence,
Rendering my assertions short
Of credence.

Love is but quicksand, 
Inconspicuous yet lethal nonetheless
One misstep and even before I realize, 
The deeper I’ve sunk into my own demise
Overwhelmed by helplessness, 
Escape is beyond surmise.