If I could write the promises that came from those lips
I'd be writing them on sand — as the wind blows them away.
Though like a fool I'd continue to write
Repeatedly, repeatedly, without any spite.
And if I'd even try to guess your mood
Which is horribly hard to conclude,
I'd be a thousand miles off the radar; but,
You did always say you'd keep me on my toes.
Do believe me when I swear I'd never tire
as I admire your very figure (As if sculpted by Michelangelo himself),
well-defined whether in light or dark
Painfully beautiful even as your weary eyes sleep.
And I could kiss those lips that wonderfully part;
But the mere thought defeats my steady heart.
I could only hope to touch more than your marble skin,
Whose very perfection would be the cause of my sin.
I could only dream to be that fire
That might melt your stone cold exterior.
Alas, I could only wish that one day you'll find
That I'm the one who can change your mind.
* Inspired by Michelangelo's David
* Photo above from Google Images