I would love you, even in that light
that brings out every bump and fold
in the skin
that stretches over your rounded, thick bones.
I would love you, even if every hair on your head
making you bald and vulnerable.
I would love you, even in absolute blackness,
your likeness dependent only
on the confident baritone of your voice.
I would love you, even if shallow crows
called my love
I would love you, even if more than a few paved streets
if miles, miles, miles
or past loves, covered in soot and asphalt stood
I would love you, even if it meant giving up
my former life,
to lose myself in your
cynical brown eyes.
I would love you , even if you said I was
that hideous word
that places doilies on the heads
of all those that earn its title.
I would love you, even if you called
afraid that I was conning you
with my romantic verse.
I would love you, I do love you, I will love you.