If i were an artist,
Beautiful pictures of you would arise.
If i were a musician,
Music so wonderful would speak no lies.
To paint a picture of beauty,
You would be my Muse Of Inspiration.
To play a song of love and desire,
Above all it is you that I'd mention.
A smile that rises the sun,
A cry that brings down rain,
A laugh compared to none.
And a voice that rises mountains from a plane.
Overwhelmed in such awe,
I wish for one thing.
That you are to never feel pain,
For it to never again rain...
Be My Muse...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ummmm... I wrote this poem. And there is a typo. On the third line, it's supposed to read. 'Or maybe a Musicain, '