If I Were a Love Poet
If love poetry were my pet, I would write about your lips,
I would focus on your ruby lips, I would sweeten my ink with their splendour
Those syrupy and luscious lips, I would tell the world about their tenderness
With my pen I would part them, A smile worth brightening the skies than the sun
If poetry were my strength, Your lips would command the weakness of art
I would let them know of your lips, Those tepid lips inviting me to your boudoir
Those sweet lips full of nectar, I would define my art with their beauty
With my pen I would part them, A smile worth brightening the skies than the sun
If I woke up a love poet, My first piece would win the charm of your lips
I would break every stanza with your lips, I would enchant my spirits with their worth
Those incandescent stars on your face, I would make them the icing of my art
With my pen I would part them, A smile worth brightening the skies than the sun
If love poetry were my king, I would serve him with the wonders of your lips
I would yearn to have our lips collide, I would rub them against mine
Those luscious lips full of sweetness, I would serve my genre right with them
With my pen I would part them, My tender kissing I would own their grandeur.
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