If I were a poet, and she my best poem,
I'd recite her to myself, till death did come.
If I were shakespeare, and she my best play,
I'd act it so much that I fell from exhaustion.
If I were picasso, and she my best painting,
I'd I d stare at her until she blushed all over.
If I were michaelangelo, and she my best sculpture,
I'd praise her so much i'd seem like she were God.
If I were Solomon, and she my wisest thought,
I'd think of her so much that my brain would malfunction.
If I were a sorcerer, and she my best magic,
I'd covet her so much i'd hide her from all.
If I were beethoven, and she my best symphony,
I'd reply her enough that I would be stoned.
If I were cassanova, and she my only love,
I'd keep her so close my shadow would be jealous.
If I were god, and she my best creation,
I'd covet her so much I'd pray to her myself.
But I'm a dreamer, and she my best dream,
So I'll sleep forever and get lost to this world.
