If I were a sculptor...

If I were a sculptor

You'd be my Venus de Milos

Carve your beauty, curves, and arms

If I were a painter

You'd be my Venus of Urbino

With all your feminine charms

If I were a singer

I'd perform Your Song

and try not to get it wrong

But I'm not a sculptor,

So can't work with wet clay in my hands

Nor am I a painter,

So can't make the paint flow to my demands

And, you know I'm no singer

So can't do a melody justice with my voice

I am a writer

And words are the best way for me to rejoice

That we are still together.

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