if I told you I love you

If I told you I love you, dear, Would you cradle my heart, or bring me fear? In the silence that thickens like fog, What would remain—a warm flame or a smog? Love, a tender song in the softest of nights, Yet it dances with shadows, igniting our fights. In the warmth of your gaze, my spirits take flight, But lurking beneath is a whisper of plight. Heartbreak, a thief in the moon's silver glow, A promise once spoken can shatter like snow. With a shuddering sigh, we stand on the brink, A delicate balance—will we rise or sink? But then comes the lust, that electrifying spark, A fire that burns bright, igniting the dark. It teases the edges of passion and pain, Like flowers in bloom that can wither in rain. Yet through it all, I feel every ache, A toll of the heart for a love that we stake. In the tapestry woven with threads of our fate, What we wish for in joy may also create hate. So if I told you I love you, would you hear, The echoes of laughter, the tremors of fear? For love is a labyrinth, both fragile and bold— A story of warmth and of heartbreak retold.