THAT TYPE OF FOOL
What fool would I be
To let every song I sing of you
Come from some other poem's lips?
It is too strange to imagine
That some stranger
Who cannot possibly envision the two of us
Would be the one to sing you home
(to me)
Body and soul
But it seems I have been exactly that type of fool.
Will you forgive me, is this enough to let you go?
I don't do enough justice to you
Not nearly enough for me to say
"I own you"
But I don't, do I?
It's the other way around,
Always been the other way around.
Is this why
A man's words
To another woman's melody
Seem to suffice?
I'm sorry to seem inadequate
And no more godly than you've thought me to be
(if you've thought so at all;
if and only if)
But I've been such a fool
If only because my own songs
Could not compare.
The truth is you are my favorite poem
and should someone like me strive to change
what has always been known as perfection?
Sent from my iPod