If I were To Lose

Posted by Brad Osborne on June 14, 2020 · 15 Comments 

 

 

If I were to lose my eyes

And darkness take my light

I’m thankful your beauty lies

Etched upon my night

 

If I were to lose my ears

Your words kept from me

I’d still your whispers hear

Love spoken so beautifully

 

If I were to lose my hands

And denied of loving touch

My heart you’d still command

And I’d love you just as much

 

If I were to lose my tongue

And, ‘I love you’ go unsaid

The breath inside my lungs

Will be yours till I am dead

 

If I were to lose my lips

Left longing for your kiss

Your taste would still drip

From the candle of your bliss

 

If I were to lose my nose

No longer able to smell

I’d hold scented memory close

Of this rose that loved me well

 

If I were to lose my legs

And forced to sit right here

My heart would surely beg

That you would still be near

 

If I were to lose my heart

I will not shake in tacit fear

For, from the very start

It was yours to have, my dear

 

 

 

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