I could write about a million things.
Yet I sit here thinking, of the songs she sings.
I could draw anything my eyes glaze apon.
Yet my brain is only thinking of her from now on.
I could build a bridge across two mountains.
Yet all I see is her in front of a fountain.
I could widdle anything out of wood.
Yet I ponder the correct momment of a question, of where I should.
I could craft the most elegant scuplture.
Yet I cant explain in words how much I love her.
I could wistle for days on end.
Yet when I met her, thats when my heart stopd to desend.
I could sit here and write poems all day.
Yet that would cause me to miss holding her today.
I am a man of many talents.
Yet my hands are very unbalanced.
I can wink both of my eyes individually.
Yet I love when its just her and me.
I can name a star in the sky knowing it would really never be named.
Yet I could of been charged $19.95 but kept the money with no shame.
I can tell her "we can name any star you want."
Yet we know shes the star I always want.