If I were a poet, the words would express my love.
If I were an astrologer, you would see my heart among the stars above.
If I were an artist, I would paint sunshine in your handsome face;
and, if I were a builder, I would fashion for you the perfect place.

But, I am none of these, only just a mere girl:
who by accident found you, only just a priceless pearl.
Yes, just a slip of a girl who never knew her heart,
until from you she was torn apart.

If I were a ballerina, I would dance gracefully into your heart.
If I were a guide, I would show you where to start.
If I were an instructor, I would teach you of my mind;
and, if I were a writer, I would weave a tale of your love in kind.

Alas, I am none of these, only just a simple soul;
who quietly opened her eyes and touched your heart of gold.
Yes, just a sad soul who never had known love,
until she finally found you among angels above.

If I were a sprinter, for you I would win the race.
If I were a photographer, I would capture the smile lighting your face.
If I were an actress, I would perform only your plays;
and, if I were the moon, I would put stars in your days.

But, I am none of these, only just a lowly creature;
who with trepidation, memorized your every feature.
Yes, just a humble creature whom you awakened;
and, now I find my heart and soul you've taken.

If I were a singer, I would sing for you the perfect love song.
If I were God, I would make all your days joyous and long.
If I were a banker, I cheerfully would give all you need;
and, if I were smart, your silent word I dutifully would heed.

Alas, I am none of these, only just a woman in love;
one who found you flying on the wings of a snow white dove.
Yes, just a silly woman who cannot stop the mighty pen,
but knows that loving you is far from being a sin.

If I were a pirate, I would steal you away.
If I were an angel, you would be my special order of the day.
If I were a judge, I would rule always in your favor;
and, if I were a chef, I would prepare all your meals with such flavor.

Oh, but, I am none of these, only just an innocent child;
who, by chance, came to you and stayed a while.
Yes, just a happy child, gleeful of such strong feeling,
joyously riding a roller coaster, her head sensuously reeling.

If I were a weaver, for you I would spin dreams of silver and gold.
If I were a model, I would be perfect for you to hold...
If I were, if I were... Oh, if I were all these things,
you would love me and fill all my golden dreams.