If Love

If Love is indeed a man
with an arrow and wings
I'd like to think I'd singe his feathers
for making me think of romantic things

I think I could break his bow
and his golden halo
for filling my heart with the desire
for any one I might ever know

If Love is indeed a man
with a bow and arrow, fashioning soul-mates
I might wish he could overlook my name
so I'd never be fooled, not even by the Fates

If Love made me see a man
as my dream, my destiny
and showed me the warmth of his smile
the security of his arms around me

If Love dared allow me to kiss his lips
to feel heaven in his touch
Well, I'm afraid it might be hard to handle,
that Love and his cruelty were too much

If Love made this man hold my hand
and made him love someone like me
then I would have proof
of how heartless Love may actually be

If Love made me want to live
as the twinkle in anyone's eye
I think I may be too hurt then to shed
even a tear from either eye of mine

If Love is truly as fickle
as I've witnessed him be
I would run far away and hide
to keep him away from me

If Love is indeed a man
with an arrow and wings
I'd like to think I'd singe his feathers
for making me ache for all the romantic things