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