If I were a poet

If I were a poet,
I’d make you understand in verse,
That the love growing within me,
Is greater than the universe.

If I were a poet,
I’d kiss you with every word,
And from each line, in silence,
A poem would be heard.

I’d write you the sky,
The stars, and the moon’s soft light,
Each rhyme a tender touch,
Each stanza, a breath in the night.

Then you would know,
How sweet you are to me,
And you’d finally grasp the magic,
Of this love, wild and free.

But I am no poet, just a lover,
Lost in words that always hover,
Hoping that one day, maybe,
I’ll be the verse that fits you, baby.

If ever a poet I could be,
You’d see in my eyes,
Just how sweet you are to me.