Could I have wrote a love song,
if you weren’t in my life.
Would I have wrote a love song,
like this one, for my wife.
Did it tell my thoughts of her,
the one beside me in my bed.
Or did it tell regrets I had,
of things I’d left unsaid.
Did it speak of golden mane,
and eyes, the shade of blue
Or that she’s all I think about,
and how I never dream of you.
Or did it sing of soft brown hair,
So silken to the touch.
Of chestnut eyes, that smiled for me,
I got lost in them so much.
So now you know, these words I write,
were always meant for you.
Just like each thought I have each day,
and everything I do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem