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