If I was a poet
I would craft such lines for you.
I would weigh every word carefully. Examine it. Measure it. Carefully determine its suitability. Its intention. Its light and shade. Its truth.
I would test it carefully in its relationship with other words. I would study their harmony, their balance, their humour, their wisdom, their meaning.
I would lay each sentence tenderly with the rest. Matching. Contrasting. Comparing. Trying them in my mind, beneath my fingers, in my mouth. On my tongue.
I would hold them up to you. Lay them over you. Place them side by side with you. Meticulously ensuring they capture your beauty, your elegance, your warmth, your intelligence, your grace. Making sure they fit you perfectly. Striving to make them do you justice.
If I was a poet.
And if you belonged to me.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Fabian Perez
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