I Have No Art
Date: January 9,2013
I have no art to give you, love
No talent for the brush
My clumsy pen, repeats again
Like echoes of a thrush
I have no words of wisdom, sweet
No grand or brilliant verse
I only have this need to scribe
The whispers of my curse
I have no songs to thrill you, dove
No voice to melt your heart
The tunes I hum, softly drum
My secrets in the dark
I have no shining treasures, dear
No diamonds in the rough
My ink laments of love's torment
For me…it is enough
But if my verse were liquid gold
I'd paint the stars above
And if my voice was fine and pure
I'd sing to you of love
And if my heart could bring to life
Sweet dancing melodies
I'd sing to you a lilting rhyme
Like poppies on a breeze
But this is this, and that is that
The truth is plain to see
I have no art to give you, love
There is no art in me…
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