My Morning Dew

If I had luck with a guitar I would pluck you a gentle tune If I had been blessed with a soothing voice I would play you the sweetest melody I would carve you an effigy of love If my hands were humbled with the Skillman ship of a sculptor I would your statue place at the centre of my town With the sweetest caption known to the statue race on it I would with the brightest colours, to reflect your charming smile, Paint a portrait of your beautiful face If the gods had favoured me with a painter’s talent I would hang your Mona-Lisa like portrait in all the museums in the world I would dare the fires of Mordor Just to mold you the most glistening pieces of jewelry The purest of a golden ring with the biggest diamond A Hollywood girl would forever dream of I would make you Or I would bring you the freshest roses The smelliest of their kind If only I had enough to have my own orchard I would grow you pink and red roses in my back yard I would stuck you a pile of riches in your pillow case Then I would surprise you to open it when you wake That would be if I had a good fortune To spoil my honey dew with abundant life But I am a frog with a guitar My hands are too weak for a sculptor A blind man would outshine me at a game of paint and brush The fires of Mordor, ho! I wish the Hollywood supermodels would envy your golden ring But I would never muster enough bravely to dare the ever blazing flames I would indeed collect the sweetest pink and red roses But I lack even my own daily bread to own an orchard That goes even for the fortune I wish I would surprise and spoil you with I however have muse’s abundant gifts in my quill Thus with it I scribble you this poem To soothe you my honey To pluck you that tune from my virtual guitar To carve you the effigy of love And paint you the Mona Lisa of your own To endow me with the courage to dare the furnaces of Mordor And bask in the fountains full of rose’s red and pink For in my virtual world I have all the riches to spoil you with And with muse’s gift I with this quill Scroll you this piece my morning dew