If I Could
If I could…I would write you a love poem
If I could…it would feel like home.
If I could, it would smell like sea foam,
And if I could, it would shine as chrome.
But it seems that I can’t write in pink ink.
I can’t write anything loving I think.
I can’t write about how every second I sink
Into you more as I find myself and I shrink.
I can’t write about how I need you and me in sync
And how you are every drop of beauty I care to drink.
Let it be known that I truly wish something loving I could write
And thoughts flood my mind as you fill my sight.
Regardless, I can’t pen it, that is my plight
I write to process, to bleed out happiness and pain
Something I’ve never done is write about droplets in the middle of rain.
Suffice it to say, there is a debt of words I’d like to pay,
And my great struggle is that I live my love poem every day.
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