To be a painter
Verse
There are things I long to say to her
But I can’t find the words.
I stammer and speak clumsily;
Say trite things that she’s heard.
I struggle as if I were a mime;
My canvas the thin air.
I’m bound and trapped by lack of words;
So much that I can’t share.
Chorus
I am but a poet.
I lack an artist’s hand.
All I have are my words.
I pray she understands.
Ah! To be a painter
To capture what I feel.
Oh! What a masterpiece
The canvas would reveal.
Verse
If she could see the way I see her
I’m sure she’d be amazed.
If I could tell her how I feel
In strokes of pastel shades.
If she’d take my hand she’d understand
There’s more to love than words.
Lord I wish I was a painter
So I could capture her.
Chorus
I am but a poet.
I lack an artist’s hand.
All I have are my words.
I pray she understands.
Ah! To be a painter
To capture what I feel.
Oh! What a masterpiece
The canvas would reveal.
Bridge
Oh! To be a painter
Like Michelangelo;
Capture how I feel for her;
Maybe then she’d know.
Verse
If I could capture on the canvas
The emerald of her eyes.
The sunlight dancing in her hair
the curve from hip to thigh.
If I could bring to life her laughter
What her heart does to mine
I could claim to be an artist
Instead of writing lines.
Chorus
I am but a poet.
I lack an artist’s hand.
All I have are my words.
I pray she understands.
Ah! To be a painter
To capture what I feel.
Oh! What a masterpiece
The canvas would reveal.