If I Said I Love You

If I said I love you that fact would you concede or would I have to cut my wrists and let you watch me slowly bleed?

If I told you my innermost secrets, would you use them as ammunition or would you smile in acceptance and feed my ambition?

If to you I confessed all my imperfections would I be met with haughty indignation or would you take me in your arms and lift me to a new station?

If I gave you my body would you use it for a night and fall asleep or would you treasure, pleasure, fill it and then claim it as yours to keep?

If I gave you all that I had even if that all was me, would you willingly accept it or cast it into the sea?

If before your eyes I turned old, worn and grey, would you love me as much then as you do today?

If my happiness was yours and yours was mine, would that be enough or would you seek the beauty of a totally different design?

I ask all these questions just because..."if" is the biggest small word there ever was.