“Where is the love? ” you asked, but I <br />could find only splinters and broken shards <br />lying desultory in dusty corners <br />of old and empty rooms, <br />fragile glass reflecting broken images <br />of we that used to be. <br /> <br />For the rooms were small and cramped, <br />their edges hard and sharp, <br />too easy to strike and give oneself pain <br />when trying to dance again and again. <br /> <br />If you would love me, do so in the open air <br />where walls and corners and edges are not found; <br />where there are no echoes, for the world is round; <br />where there are no mirrors, for there is no glass; <br />where you and I forever will be dancing on the grass - <br /> <br />Dancing, dancing, mon amour, dancing <br />to the trees on the horizon that are dancing in the breeze - <br />to the light on the ocean that is dancing through the night - <br />dancing to the end of the world.<br /><br />Rory Hudson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-would-love-me/
