Was This Dumb Poem I Wrote Worth The Effort?

It was written a while ago as an exercise: one of those games where you’ve got x number of minutes to write something new. Most of the verse I’ve written over the years is free form where the last thing in the world I worry about is rhyming words in old-school form. That several of the early lines ending up rhyming was by accident. Then I decided they matched the tone of the poem. The point is: I don’t exactly dislike this poem but am not sure if it has any real creative merit worth being proud of? Your honest opinions are encouraged and welcomed.

LOVE AS ANTIMATTER

If I should write a poem, a frivolous endeavor

of emotional disdain, the implications would

suggest that the temperature in Hades has dropped below

thirty-two degrees and has held steady as it should.

If I were to write a poem, assuming sanity

had finally succumbed to it’s more staunch opponents,

casting a heart’s skepticism into the abyss,

it would be to trade a fool’s caution for a love’s kiss.

If I were to write a poem

it would imply that life as

I know it has run amok:

resistance is out of luck.

If I were to write a poem

if would be an ode to the

demise of a protective

nature exchanged for shared bliss.

(Yeah, I know the title sucks. It originally was simply called 'If...')