If I could paint the picture of love

It would have the generous eyes like yours

The truthful lips with your pinkish texture

And the image submerged in your fragrance

 

If I could sing a song of love

The lyrics would quote your lovely name

And the words would spell the memories you left

Each sentence would have your rhythmic heart beat

 

If I could take a stroll in the park of love

Fragrance of flowers would smell like you

the entwined branches would feel being hugged by you

in sunlit days or moonlit nights, I would only see you