Would You Love Me?

Would you love me if I were beautiful?
If I were thin like
those floating wafer girls
that run the streets of Paris.

Would you love me if I had no children?
If I hadn’t become a keeper
of tiny hearts and the wiper
of tiny tears and sing to sleep each night.

Would you love me if I gave you the world?
To hold in your hand and shape
into what you desired or most loved.
To make you the king.

Would you love me if I were a lady?
If I didn’t swear or lose my temper
and sipped tea in dresses of
chiffon in English Rose gardens.

Would you love me if I were perfect?
If I were Miss Emily Post
and had immovable wheaten hair
and eyes the color of the sea.

Would you love me if I were all these things?
And if you did, what would I be?