If I Were

If I were a star
I would flash and shine brighter than all others
to be the one illuminating the infinite beauty of your face 
for all the heavens.

If I were a bird, 
for seasons soaring o'r awe-inspiring lands,
upon seeing your smile, I would cease flight 
to flutter around you; to ever gaze upon you,
for all other beauty would be less than you.

If I were the wind, 
once at your side, I would no more wander,
wanting only to gently caress your cheek;
to surround and memorize you with my breezes 
all coming days. 

But I am just a man, 
a face living to shine upon you as do the stars;
whose journey, like the birds', wants to forever halt 
to gaze beauty's pinnacle in your face;
with arms to encircle you like the wind;
and hands to lace into yours like the breeze, 
gently caressing your face for all my days.

Copyright 2016 Byron Magbee
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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June 15, 2016 at 1:08 PM
Makes a girl weak in the knees to have a man's love and adoration such as this. Such touching sentiment! Well well done! ~Trudy~
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May 29, 2016 at 4:56 AM
Deeply touching and what better compliment I could give is to say it reminded me of a poem I wrote but have not posted. Excellent.
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May 29, 2016 at 7:41 AM
Thanks, Phil. It makes me smile to know that you have similar emotions on the brink of expression. If you finish that work, I hope you will ping me here and share it. I sincerely appreciate your taking in my poem and sharing your thoughts thereon. Byron
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May 29, 2016 at 3:43 AM
Nicely done Byron...Linda
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May 29, 2016 at 7:42 AM
Thanks again, Linda. Byron
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