(to all those who couldn't say their love)
with gentle moves of the brush
with lot colors.
and that would have said you,
what you mean to me.
If i was a poet
you would be in my ink.
with smooth flows through the words
with lot passion.
and that would have said you,
how much you mean to me.
If i was a speaker
you would be in my language
with the modest veracity
with lot expression.
that would have said you,
why you mean much to me.
But i'm just a dreamer
with no canvas,pen or language enough
to make you feel my love.
It never fails to say me
which it couldn't tell you...
If i was an artist
you would be in my canvas.with gentle moves of the brush
with lot colors.
and that would have said you,
what you mean to me.
If i was a poet
you would be in my ink.
with smooth flows through the words
with lot passion.
and that would have said you,
how much you mean to me.
If i was a speaker
you would be in my language
with the modest veracity
with lot expression.
that would have said you,
why you mean much to me.
But i'm just a dreamer
with no canvas,pen or language enough
to make you feel my love.
It never fails to say me
which it couldn't tell you...
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