If Love Was a Last Word

If love were the last word,
It feels like feathered, frayed wings.
Your face, pure as the love within my heart,
Your presence, a judge.

I stretched my heart outward to you,
You said you understood, but you never do.
Yet, if love were the last word,
If love were life, then let it be my wings.

I had hoped, your skin like
My own emotions, and the heat of my fever
Burns deeply, more than I have revealed.

And though “never” is a word of finality,
Love has always been the force that moves me.