If You Were A Poem


















If you were a song I'd sing it
until you became a Grammy,
sharing all our love did,
with a couple grandkids,
in the style of
Sinatra or Sammy.

If you were a note,
you'd surely be sharp,
to the top of the scale,
oh so lovely you'd sail,
like the highest string
stretched on the
end of a harp.


But you are a girl,
with most perfect lips
and I'm just a dreamer
whose run out of scripts..
seems my talents fall short
when you come into view,
and this song is no tribute
to the beauty of you.

My pen will not blend
with thoughts in my head,
and my guitar falls silent
strummed by fingers of lead,
my lyrics...atmospheric..
are all lost in space....
while I'm trying to place
love for me on your face.

If you were a poem
I would spend all my days,
reading only one work
touring endless cafes,
folks would run for the door
at my tedious praise,
of what they'd heard before,
while they sipped their lattes.

Perhaps I should paint you,
but could I restrain my desire
With you posing for me
And my canvas on fire
seems I've run out of ways
to portray how you'll be.
my Mona lisa..my Wordsworth
love's sweet symphony....


Because you're a girl,
with the most perfect lips
and I'm just a dreamer
whose run out of scripts
seems my talents fall short
when you come into view,
and this song is no tribute
to the beauty of you....
but it's all I can offer
just to say I love you.

ArtWhimsically Yours studio
MFB III Productions
with collaboration by Terry G. on lyrics

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Micky Dee 5 years ago

MFB if you were a song we'd have an orchestra to help with the back-ground music! God bless!

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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is a beautiful song of love.You do it so well.Thank you.Glad you're back.


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sligobay 5 years ago from east of the equator

I didn't know you were gone but glad I found you on the rebound. You are prolific and I am now following you.

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