If I Had Your Love Poem by Nikhil Parekh

If I had your love; I would be able to light blazing fires in icy water,
If I had your love; I could impart life in dead blades of insipid grass,
If I had your love; I could bring the celestial stars back on terrestrial land,
If I had your love; I could flood the scorching soil of the desert with cool reinvigorating liquid,
If I had your love; I could transform mundane mud into gold,
If I had your love; I could make the colossal aircraft fly without wings,
If I had your love; I could make the ceiling bulb shine without electricity,
If I had your love; I could make disdainful stones glitter like exquisite diamonds,
If I had your love; I could make those bereft of indispensable sight; blissfully see,
If I had your love; I could embed the hearts of brutal criminals with perpetual love,
If I had your love; I could blend the sapphire clouds existing in the firmament of sky in the balcony of your living room,
If I had your love; I could construct a house with frigid chunks of decayed paper,
If I had your love; I could make a computer function without intricate programmed microchips,
If I had your love; I could drive a car at flamboyant speeds without petrol,
If I had your love; I could inundate the immaculate white canvas with resplendent streaks of vibrant color,
If I had your love; I could smolder the heat in an crackling fire without an extinguisher,
If I had your love; I could emboss the parchment of bonded paper with infinite
lines of calligraphy with a concoction of my blood,
If I had your love; I could make a dumb man speak like he was the finest orator,
If I had your love; I could produce a rainbow in the gargantuan cosmos without
rain,
If I had your love; I could conquer the tallest summit of the mountain with unprecedented ease,
If I had your love; I could win the mightiest of battles without a sword,
If I had your love; I could submerge myself in fuming acid without getting ruthlessly burnt,
If I had your love; I could live without food and water for marathon hours on the trot,
If I had your love; I could stroll casually without clothes amidst the freezing winds of the snow clad alps,
If I had your love; I could make a snake bite without injecting its deadly poison,
If I had your love; I could make individuals sleeping in dead corpses awaken with robust life,
If I had your love; I could annihilate the deadliest of obstacles that confronted my way,
If I had your love; I could drink the most lethal of poison and still dance boisterously on the open streets,
If I had your love; I would feel endowed by the Almighty as the most fortunate of all existing; and If ever by stroke of hapless fortune relinquished life; I would yet
feel alive.