If I told you that I walked this earth,
dreamt a thousand dreams of revolutions,
just to one day hold you in my arms.
Would you believe me?

If I told you that I have despised the past and pitied the present,
because you were not in my dreams.
Would you believe me?

If I told you that I have waged holy wars,
condemned humanity to oblivion,
because they wouldn’t let me near you.
Would you believe me?

If I told you that I ruined hundreds of springs,
denied the myself the pleasure of the gardens of Eden,
because you were not there waiting for me.
Would you believe me?

If I told you that I burnt all the books of poetry and prose,
tossed them into the deepest abysses of my condemned heart,
because none of them ever spoke of you.
Would you believe me?

If I told you that I am standing outside your window,
holding onto the infinite possible futures of mine,
to give to you for safekeeping for eternity,
would you believe me?