What I Would Tell You

                                    

To you, love was about multitudes.

To me, love was inordinate.

       I love you, I would say.

       How much? You would ask.

I couldn't find the words to answer you then.

But they have found their way to me since. And this is what I would tell you.

I would blanket the world in utter darkness; I would pull back

the veil of light and reveal to you, a blinding crescendo of stars.

I would drain all the seas and ask you to count-  one by one- every

grain of sand that clings to the ocean floor.

I would tally the beat of every human heart that has echoed since

the dawn of our becoming.

And as you look in awe at the sheer magnitude of my admission,

I would take your hand in mine and tell you; if only you had let

me, this is how much I could have loved you.