I wish I could make bueatifull art spring out of my calloused fingertips.
I wish I could make bueatifull music dance out of my chapped lips.
I wish I could make bueatifull poetry glide out of my redudant head.
I'd string them all together and make disappear the tears you've shed.
I wish I could capture your gaze and lock it into mine.
I wish I could collect your radiance and label it "our shine".
I wish I could do a lot more then I'm merely capable of trying,
But I'm not near enough to bueatifull, so I hope you don't mind,
Laughing at me for wishing such exclusive things.
Cause your laughter takes away all my ridiculus pains.
And I hope you don't mind my failures sure to come.
Take my hand, close your eyes, and hum.
And if you'll stumble with me down this grassy hill,
We'll laugh, hand in hand, in the daffodills.
And if can trust me and close your tender eyes
We'll dream the same beneath the starry sky.
We'll learn to love our flaws in this over populated place.
We'll learn to come in first no matter what race,
And to love every creature under the sun and in the sea.
So take a chance and come love me.
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