What if I Told You?

If I told you your eyes light the crescent moon,

if I said that your voice makes the nightingale swoon,

if I swore that your smile warms the new day,

and insisted your arms keep the night chills away;

if I said, with your hands, you could make the world turn,

or that one kiss from you, and volcanoes would churn,

if I told you your passion causes oceans to rise,

and that when you are sad, I watch the sky cry;

if I said that the heavens call out your name

that the planets are honoured to spin in your frame

would you still turn and walk away

would you still believe

there was nothing

left

to say?