If you love me

If you love me like a mountain,
which mountain?
If you love me like the ocean,
is it the warm Pacific or the cool Atlantic?
If you love me wide as this galaxy
and tall as Babel’s tower,
if you love me deep as a canyon
and heavy as rainforest showers,
Then please,
love me only as real as the morning.
And if you love me
(truly)
love me like a country road,
or a reddish rose,
like a wooden barn
or warm, woolen scarves,
Love me like slow jazz,
like afternoon naps,
like wind-blown hair
and white-washed rocking chairs.
And if you love me
(truly)
love me simply,
without selfish similes
and lofty metaphors,
just
love me.