If My Pen Had a Painter’s Touch

If My Pen Had a Painter’s Touch

If my pen had a painter’s touch

it would paint dreams of you with words

the dew would draw your face upon the morning flower

Capturing your smile day after day

If my pen had a painter’s touch

I would draw your sweetness instead of syrup

your beauty and nature would become one on the same tapestry

If my pen had a painter’s touch

Your smile would light up the radiant tapestry

your beauty would be the only color on the rainbow’s fabric You’d be the last treasure the wind could ever sell,

The only wonder left for eyes to behold in the sky

If my pen had a painter’s touch

Your sighs of love would melt into time itself

The water of your body would replace the rain

And every season would turn into spring