If I could sing I would sing you my love,

If I could play a guitar, I would strum you my love,

But as a mere poet you’ll have to endure,

My ramblings of love which are sincere and so pure

I write my words with tender care,

My heart exposed, completely laid bare,

each stanza you’ll read will softly unfold,

To warm your soul from life’s bitter cold.

To me your voice is as soft as the summer rain,

It gently fills my heart, and keeps me sane.

When compared to you, the stars take flight,

And in your presence even dark feels like light.

I’ve meandered through these verses, and got lost in the rhyme,

Searching for a truth that feels just like it is mine,

My love is not weak, but passionate and true,

The kind that lives when I dream of you.

I want to write you into every verse,

To praise your beauty, and with you converse,

No need for pretence right from the start,

Just the steady beat of my faithful heart.

So when you read these lines that I have spun

Beneath the light of moon or sun,

Know it’s not just this verse I send,

But my love that vows to never end.