You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

25. THE TENACITY OF MY LOVE 

Even If you were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded

rigidly in your persona,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into

Molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth.

Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious

cactus and violently blistering winds,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with

fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands.

Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth

scintillating wickedly under the moon,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a

dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel.

Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity

with your volley of expletives and commands,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you

overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice.

Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on

consumption,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated

your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar.

Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls;

propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with

brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile.

Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending

supreme capacity of your lungs,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into

innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste.

Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me

with utter hostility,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the

resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean.

Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even

centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like

inconspicuous insects,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into

the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft

grass.

And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing

humanity severely for its benevolent deeds,

I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the

essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.