If this be love,then let me have your hate.
If speak you true then I prefer your lies.
For this, my heart, your message comes too late.
As now my need is for the thoughtful wise.
If this be marriage,let me have divorce.
If this be holy, hasten I to hell..
For love comes in its time without such force.
And of its message ẃho am I to tell?
If this be love,then let me dwell alone.
If this be love, I ‘ll be forever chaste.
Your love flew like a brick.that broke my bones
The love that lays your world and mine to waste
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Love can shake us to our inner core.
Hence of your love I wish to hear no more

I feel quite proud of this one as I got the idea about 10 minutes before a friend was coming so it was a bit rushed.There is something very satisfying about formal poetry I think.Thanks so much.:)xxx
Ahhhh…..Yes! Those perennial ‘Ifs’ and ‘Buts’…….;)
No,it is not an if and but,it’s if and then!!!:)xxPlease re-read!
I did notice…Yes! 😉