If.

If kisses were to become curses
What am I to do to have requested such luxury?
But for one to have chosen this path
Just to turn away from this fragile heart

If I would have known the future
I would only surrender my all
Like feather, so light so inspired
This self was never prepared such judgmental world

The sweetest words are your touches
The biggest smiles are your warmth
For what I believe is you only
To embrace me the way I am
As I am to you. At once.         

If touches were to become longings
What am I to do to make you mine?
For thousand seconds, I have been breathing you
Turning page of this love predicament

For my heart is not my mind
But your mind is ever my heart.