if I had the talent
I would sketch again and again
draw you from memory
and not miss a line
you're loved in my heart
and burned in my mind
I try not to love you
and I swear this is true
but the harder I try
the more deeply I do
if I had the talent
I'd paint pictures of you
doing the things
I know you love to do
with wind in your hair
and the sun on your face
in clothes fit for a princess
to accent your grace
to preserve you in time
and not just in my mind
to honor your beauty
my love is blind
I think I'm more trouble
than you need to go through
and I've tried not to love you
I swear this is true
but so deep in my heart
love burns for you
If I had the talent
to mold you from clay
I'd work on your sculptor
both night and day
I would prop you and pose you
dress and expose you
sculpt you every way
you ever appeared to me
first from my memory
and then from my fantasy
I've tried not to love you
at times even tried
to make you not like me
I'm more trouble than worth
and that's easy to see
but so deep in my heart
I'm begging you to love me
give me the choice
of fortune and fame
or one night with you
in my minds picture frame
and no one in the world
would ever know my name