If I still loved you
I'd write you another poem.
Not like any of'em,
but a poem about you.
And about us.
The rise of a sentiment,
and the so imminent
destructive fuss.
We took risks in those days,
remember?
January to December
jumbling our ways.
We were kids inside
and we just followed the heart.
We knew the art
of going with the tide.
The poem would gather
our moments of laughter,
the magic during and after
the bliss of being together.
Your boyish personality,
your strong passion and desire
for more life, more fire.
Your best quality.
One verse would be like this:
Among all the experiences
and despite our differences
we lived in true bliss...
And I'd write about your smile
and the way you'd look at me
how you'd make it easy to be
so alive, so wild in a little while.
The poem would refresh your mind
about all the things we lived for:
burning desires, love, fun, and more.
It would remind
you and me
that we might never find
a better way to be soul-free.
I'd write you a poem,
if I still loved you.
- Rosangela Taylor
