If I could write a poem,   

I’d celebrate her style

How roses blush in envy,

At the radiance of her smile.

   As I sit in awe, just watching          

   Her form, aglow in silken white.

   Now she waits, in peace and loveliness

   For her chosen, loving knight

   If I could write a poem,

   I’d fill it to my own delight

  Perfectly adapted so I could be

  That bold and blessed knight.

  Our hands they’d clench together

  Our hearts  would mingle too

  No matter what the weather

  We’d be the only two

  To stroll these meadows dotted,

  With primrose and clover white

  A loving pair so besotted

  Moving to a future bright

  If I could write a poem

 We’d leave behind all care

 I’d pluck those wild white roses

 And weave them in her hair

 Together we would stroll the hills

 Or wander valleys in a dream.

 To hear the cheery gurgle

 Of some silver, sunlit stream.

 If I could write a poem

 I’d imagine all these things

 Unspoken words that speed our love

 On soft and silent butterfly wings

 A poem can be written

 Out of fervour or pretence

 An aid to lose reality,

 Now I see with common sense

 The reality here in front of me,

 As she stands in silken white,

 And makes her vows to her chosen love,

 While all my hopes take flight.