Would you love me if I wasnt a poet

Would you still be there if I wasn't a poet?

With words that dance and make magic flow,

In the quiet depths where thoughts quietly grow,

Would you still stick around, or would you go?

Lost in the silence of words, I wonder,

Would you join me in my world, or ponder?

Through highs and lows, would you stay near?

Or vanish like whispers, never to appear?

Imagine a world where my wand is gone,

No spells to cast, no tales to spawn,

Would you still see the sparkle in my eye?

Or would you fade away, saying goodbye?

If I couldn't weave music with every word,

Or paint pictures of stories, unseen and unheard,

Would you still find beauty in who I am?

Or would you leave me stranded, like driftwood in a jam?

If I couldn't move mountains or swim the sea,

Would you still find a place for me?

In your heart, where dreams come alive,

Or would you turn away, not wanting to strive?  

Even if my memory wasn't sharp as a blade,

Would you still be the muse in every cascade?

In the rhythm of my verses, would you find home?

Or would you leave me to wander alone?

So tell me, dear friend, would you still be here,

If I wasn't a poet, if my path wasn't clear?

Would you love me still, through thick and thin?

Or would you fade away, like a distant whim?