If I Knew That I Loved You

If I knew that I loved you

I would tell you in some grand ridiculous gesture

Something out of a Hollywood romance

Flowers and chocolate would not be enough

A dinner and a movie would seem too easy

No, if I knew that I loved you

I would write it in seven scripts

I would write them in seven places

Seven permanent locations around the world

Each continent would know my love for you

If I knew that I loved you

I would go on three quests for you

To the ends of the earth

To the bottom of the sea

To the very centre of your heart

If I knew that I loved you

No wall, minefield or gorge

No sea, mountain or stair

No cliff, army or void

Could keep me from getting to you.

But I don’t know if I love you,

I wonder and question and wait.

I don’t know if I love you

So let’s just get coffee at 8.

Musty eye weight

Must I?

Like a burning stinging sight

The tear blurred light

No. Not me.

Eyes so dry

They belong on a British tele

Yet a deadpan face

Belies all that happens inside

And the eager tail-chasing race

Of puppy dog hopes abide

In this eye-browed, scruffy-bearded kennel

In the quiet minutes of the night

I think I must fight

Hours and days

That hang like a weight around my neck

A weight of waiting

And as I weigh theses hours

Against the days that went before

I think I can take a few more

But I want to know what’s in store

So I can purchase or walk away

But that’s not how it works today

That’s just selfish and mean

(As in: on the fence)

That’s not the routine

(I don’t even know how to fence)

I wait?

Not sure, perhaps a few ounces

A few too many perhaps.

Eyes weigh heavily on the mind

Ounces don’t weigh into it

Pounds and tons neither.

A ton perhaps

As a wait and not a weight

A ton of waiting to see those eyes again

But I’ll try the part of a patient man

I’ll play my act

(It’s the little button with the triangle)

Wait for the finale

(And the crescendo!)

Skip the applause

(The joys of modern technology)

Hop off the stage

(I swear it was genuine)

Go out the door

Of this week, month (or however long it takes)

And dance with a smile

Into her arms

Must I wait?