IF I COULD...LOVE by Mariann Martland

Sometimes I feel like I spend my life contemplating love…

At times it feels like the clearest and most palpable part of creation, yet other times it is a complete mystery to me.

This poem was written in an overwhelming moment of clarity for my need to love (a certain someone) with all of my being, but with a doubt, a hesitance, an uncertainty in my ability and worthiness to love and be loved.

If I Could…Love

by Mariann Martland

If I could write about love, I would write about you.

I would tell your story, your truth, your life.

The word would not be needed, the topic undisclosed.

Describing you would describe love.

If I could picture love, I would photograph you.

I would print your image on a canvas of your heart.

There would be no edit required for your real beauty.

You would reflect perfect love.

If I could model love, I would sculpture you.

I would mold you in clay and carve your flawless lines upon your face.

No cosmetics would cover you, no scars masked.

Your perfectly wounded body would stand for love.

If I could listen to love, I would hear you.

I would play your sweet music, ringing through my ears.

Major and minor chords would entwine effortlessly, gracefully.

Your melody would sound like love.

If I could feel love, I would touch you.

I would wrap myself in your strong arms, hold your protecting hands.

My senses would embrace the emotion, the pain, the comfort.

Surrounding my being would be your love.

If I could love, I would love you.

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Mariann Martland is a writer, a seeker, a lover, a friend. She is a woman finding her voice in a very real world where she cannot help but dream. She wholeheartedly believes in the universe, love, connection and strength of human spirit, even when she is overwhelmed or confused by life; there is usually at least one moment in each day when she feels overwhelmed or confused by life. Through writing she dances in the dark and breathes in the light. More of her words can be found at her blog here and on her Facebook page here.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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