If I am to write a poem for you
It will be like music, without a symphony
Or roses, all colored blue
Or a Nightingale, unable to croon
If I were to love you, with all my heart
It will be a song, without an inspiration
A rainbow, without its' hues
A moonlight, not shining bright
Too soon to write my poem
Too soon to fall in love
I'll wait for my tomorrows
I'm sure there'll be no sorrows