If ever

If ever you were mine, 
I would change like the hands of time.

Forever changing while remaining the same

If ever you were mine, 
This poem,  I would not write. 

For my time would not be mine

And my desires would not coincide with ink and scribe

If ever you realized
That you i idealized,

would you be able to live up 

to the fantasies I fantasize?

Would i be able to proclaim all the feelings that have spun this tight knit web? 

If ever you were mine, 

Oh the feeling would be divine

But alas you have no price

And i have no means with which to acquire that which is without 

So onward little soldier, 

Onward with your stride. 

Someday lady peace will come 

and kiss you like the sun