If i was a poet

If i was a poet i would write you a poem so true you would know just how i love you.
It would be dedicated to the honour of your mother for having such a wonderful daughter.
It would begin by defining your beauty and where you were born
and continue by telling of your luster and where you live.

If i was a poet i could describe your wordless charms.
I would express the generosity of your caress and the mystic effect of you kiss.
I would comment on your thick soft skin and how the touch of your cheek to mine brings shivers down my spine.
I would recant in words the angelic sound of you singing que sera sera.

If i was a poet i would write you a refrain so sublime you would loose all restraint and soon be mine.
I would write in exquisite detail the landscape of your naked body
the peaks and valleys, rivers and waterfalls so exciting  the reader would need to be issued a warning.

If i was a poet i would describe your sigh in such a hush it would make Rimbaud blush.
I would expound on the white pink glory of your breasts so skilled to have compelled Mattise to paint a masterpiece.
I would tell how your glamorous smile makes me feel like a child in a movie with Catherine Deneuve.
I would recall the magic night we met and the walk i watched you go
i could write about that night if i was Victor Hugo.

But i'm not a poet
but just a simple man unworthy
trying to say in my simple way
i adore you.