If only we mean every word we say
If only we keep every promise we make
If only the summer never goes after May
If only relationships were not just give and take
A poet shall rhyme, a singer shall sing and an author shall write
Poems, songs and stories of pain and pleasure, which life owes us all
If only I were an artist, then I shall color it all bright
And there shall be no sorrow and not a tear shall fall
From the eyes of the loved and unloved; for unfair's not my sight
An artist admires beauty, the beauty in one and all
