"A hopelessly romantic love song." Enjoy!
If you were a song I'd sing it
until you became a Grammy,
sharing all our love did,
with a couple grandkids,
in the style of
Sinatra or Sammy.
If you were a note,
you'd wouldn't be
flat or sharp,
oh, so lovely you'd sail
to the top of the charts
the world's finest soprano
blessing listeners hearts
hitting the highest string
stretched on the
end of a harp.
Chorus-
But you are a girl,
with most perfect lips
and I'm just a dreamer
whose run out of scripts..
seems my talents fall short
when you come into view,
and this song is no tribute
to the beauty of you.
My pen will not blend
with thoughts in my head,
and my guitar falls silent
strummed by fingers of lead,
my lyrics...atmospheric.
are all lost in space..
while I'm struggle to place
love for me on your face.
If you were a poem
I would spend all my days,
reading only one work
touring endless cafes,
folks would run out the door
at my tedious praise,
of what they'd all heard before,
while they sipped their lattes.
Perhaps I should paint you,
but could I curb my desire
With you posing for me
setting my canvas on fire
seems I've run out of ways
portraying how you'll be.
my Mona lisa..
my Wordsworth
love's sweetest symphony
love's sweetest symphony
Chorus-
Because you're are a girl,
with the most perfect lips
and I'm just a dreamer
whose run out of scripts
seems my talents fall short
when you come into view,
and this song is no tribute
to the beauty of you.
but it's all I can offer
just to say I love you.
ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III–©-2020
Image by gabicuz from Pixabay
