If only I could be
An artist gifted with a magical touch
Perhaps you would be
My most treasured masterpiece…

If only I could be
A singer bestowed with a golden voice
Perhaps you would be
My most beautiful melody…

If only I could be
A writer blessed with great illusions and fantasies
Perhaps you would be
My most valued written book…

And if just maybe, I could be
A poet rich with romantic lines
Perhaps you would turn to be
My most beautiful poem…

But these are just sheer imaginings, I know
‘Coz never could I be
Gifted with an artistic hands
And turn you to even just a simple craft.

I could not even be
As amazing as a songbird
‘Coz music in fact
Is not my cup of tea.

And neither would I turn to be
A helpless romantic poet
‘Coz I even fail to write
A rhyme of line or two.

Perhaps I would rather try to be
Living with the real, simply me
Other than dreamin’ to be someone else
I could never possibly be.

Yes perhaps it is better this way
’Coz I could love you in my own special way
Though I could never do good as they do
Still, I could love you as truly as I do…