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Sometimes I am yours, sometimes I belong to the wind.

Sometimes I close my eyes, just to become blind.

If I was a poet

I will rhyme your name

With every word in the dictionary.

If I was a poet

I would kiss your hands

Making your fingers

Play a tune never heard before.

If I was a poet

I would touch your face

With my fingers and

Leave each time the imprint of a kiss.

If I was a poet

I will embrace every inch of your body

I would hold you so tight that your breath

Will become my name whispered in your ear

If I was a poet

I would make love to your mind

Opening each book ever written

in a chapter about us.

If I was a poet

who could rhyme words with the passion in my heart

All the paper in the world

would not be enough to write the story of us.