If only I could still write,
I would compose a poem for you;
Compare you to remote valleys,
Where rivers meet and waters mirror still sky;
I would let you close your eyes, and in your imagination fly: -
If I could still write,
I would write for you a piece,
And describe how you bring me inner peace,
If only I could pen it down,
I would ink on your portrait a crown,
And let you know you are the queen,
For you have taken me to where I have never been.
And yet I still fail to write,
Cause my love is so full,
And no pen nor board,
Can describe how I ever love you.
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