A LOVE LETTER WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON
A LOVE LETTER WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON BY BHENGU SS
It's a pity that I'm not a poet.
If I was a poet, I would capture your beauty in words,
I would paint your enchanting eyes,
And capture your soothing voice.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
It's a pity that I'm not a poet—
A curse, it seems, for this heart's devotion.
I long for words that soothe and burn,
But my tongue, it stammers without a turn.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
It's a pity that I'm not a poet.
If I were a poet, how grand it would be,
To paint a picture of what you mean to me.
I'd pen words that put poets to shame,
For your grace, a masterpiece, my aim.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
It's a pity that I'm not a poet.
A simpleton with love, I show it.
So "I LOVE YOU," these words I say,
A poem, in its simplest form, for you today.
A poem it may not be, but love's truth, it shall convey.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
Oh, how I wish I were a poet,
For I could express the love I hold for you in the sweetest and most sincere poetry.
© bhengu ss
It's a pity that I'm not a poet.
If I was a poet, I would capture your beauty in words,
I would paint your enchanting eyes,
And capture your soothing voice.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
It's a pity that I'm not a poet—
A curse, it seems, for this heart's devotion.
I long for words that soothe and burn,
But my tongue, it stammers without a turn.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
It's a pity that I'm not a poet.
If I were a poet, how grand it would be,
To paint a picture of what you mean to me.
I'd pen words that put poets to shame,
For your grace, a masterpiece, my aim.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
It's a pity that I'm not a poet.
A simpleton with love, I show it.
So "I LOVE YOU," these words I say,
A poem, in its simplest form, for you today.
A poem it may not be, but love's truth, it shall convey.
It's a pity I'm not a poet.
Oh, how I wish I were a poet,
For I could express the love I hold for you in the sweetest and most sincere poetry.
© bhengu ss