If love were just a poem

If love were just a poem, I would write it in a way of solemn; Every word stand like a column, As gold leaves fall on the autumn. If love were just a poem, I won't perfect its rhythm. Every verse faced its last, Mirror its present on its past. If love were just a poem, I’ll write ’till my thoughts whelm. Every stanza formed like a cloud, Soars high above the crowd. If love were just a poem, I’d lay down every problem. Each lesson born from a mistake, I’d fight my battles—not forsake.