If I were the snow I'd fall
Just to kiss your skin
Dusting cheeks and brow again and again
If I were a willow I'd bow
If only to brush your feet
A quiet elegy made where branches meet
If I were a nightingale I'd sing
Just for you to hear
Outdo the other fowel perching ever near
If I were the moon I'd rise
Just to glimpse your face
O'er slumbering valleys wandering would I trace
If I were the stars I'd wink
Silent smile yet made of glee
Velvet sky set a glitter just for you to see
If I were the wind I'd brush
Breezy fingers through your hair
Playful fairy knots whipped with utmost care
If I were a stormy gale I'd spin
Just to whip you 'round askance
A wheeling ballroom waltz for you and I to dance
But I am not the moon or stars, snow or gale
Nor a bird or weeping willow tree
Woefully amongst the rest I pale compared to thee
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Poetics and Musings
ПоэзияJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
