The Desire


If I were a songstress,
I’ll sing songs of your sterling looks.
If I were an artist,
I’ll paint paintings of your stature,
Tracing your  every contour.
If I were a poet,
I’ll adore with rhymes
Every part of your body:
At least for ages;
If I were a gardener,
I’ll bring you red roses
To tell how much I love you;
If I were a dream maker,
I’d make pleasant dreams of your memories;
If I were the Creator,
I’d create a world without night:
Days and days forever.
Since I’m only a lonely lover,
I can only love you truly and fairly,
Should you love me back.

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