What if love were something else?

What if love were something else?

If love were nothing more than a sound,
would soft whispers still make us go round,
or would such strong passions wish to dream,
and stretch itself through a thousand screams.

If love were nothing more than a touch,
would a couple kiss and hug as much,
or would the constant feelings fade away,
and force April into the depths of May.

If love were nothing more than a sight,
would two lovers of art take delight,
or would the colors crack and start to drip,
like ruby red and peach upon chapped lips.

If love were nothing more than a taste,
would sugar conquer a sour that wastes,
or would the flavors mate and form a litter,
and force sweet love into something bitter.

If love were nothing more than a smell,
would perfume freshen where the odors dwell,
or would they mix into a smelly mess,
that force two noses into deep distress.

If love were all these things and much more,
could two hearts keep open the heavy door,
that leads to a place where love never dies,
where two become a one that never lies.