No Poem

No Poem

If a poem lovely as sunset

should live within me somewhere,

I'd fetch it out and give to you

to wrap around your hair – 

but your hair is brighter than sunset.

If a poem lovely as a butterfly

should wander through my air,

I'd send it to go and kiss your lips –

but your lips are gentler far 

than a poem or even a butterfly.

So, matchless one, I must come without a poem

to kiss your soft, sweet lips and stroke your shining hair.

Written for the prompt, Micro Poetry ~ A Poem Lovely As at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.