If love is silent
I wish not to hear
Wrap me in its stillness
Bind me in peace

If love is a gong
I wish to strike it
Let it resonate through
Sound in its waves

If love lies dormant
I wish to sleep idly
Cocoon me in its blanket
Curl in its cave

If love is a baby
I wish to cradle it
Adopt and embrace
Nourish its bones

If love is a frail hand
I wish to nurse it
Revere and restore
Still all its groans

If love were a fruit
I wish to preserve it
Ration over winter 
Share at the feast

What if love is me