If I could paint

I’d canvas your smile

I wouldn’t hurry

I’d take a while

Your Mona Lisa smile

If I were a poet

I’d compose you a sonnet

Describe your baby blue eyes

Make the reader cry.

Your Robin Eggshell eyes

If I were a witness

I would confess

Express your love goes beyond this universe

Book by book, verse for verse.

I wish we had more time

I would call

But I don’t have a single dime

So I fall

Fallen more in love with you

Than when I first laid eyes on you.

What’s a poor boy got to do?

Sculpt you a statue too?

Dreams of a county cowgirl

Racing down that dirt road

Old’s Delta 88

Trying not to be late

Daddy waits by the gate.

He’s a sailor

From a different ship.

And I’m left

Dusting myself off

With the moisture

From your lips.

DWB ©2009