If I were a poet I would have sketched my hidden thoughts on snow mountains for never melting when shining sun passes through the angelic heights of mountains he would feel happy that a poet dropped a birthday message for him
If I were a poet I would have painted the clouds with my dreamy thoughts never to evanescent stars and moon from the heaven would feel delighted that a poet painted their dreams on clouds for their anniversary to come
If I were a poet I would have inscribed my poetic ideas on waves of blue ocean never to vaporize sky looking down the sea-waves would feel pleasure that a motivational poet has left a magical idea for him to go through fire and water
If I were a poet I would have imprinted romantic words on the glowing face of rainbow never to fade away earth and sky from the horizon would fall in love with each other to read the romantic words on the rainbow a poet has left for their existent relationship