If I Could

I would sit by your side, drinking in the fire's warmth; I would
lean against your shoulder, with my hand on your knee.
I would work in early morning, listening for you stirring,
listening for the moment when you'd wake to me...

If I could write you a song, to tell you how I loved you,
write you a song of a thousand nights and days, I would write
you that song and when you heard me singing, you would know
that music can tear your heart away.

I would lay in our bed, your body warm beside me; I would
hear our children shouting as they ran down the hall.
They would tumble into bed, their eyes so bright and shining,
calling "Daddy, oh Mommy, oh won't you come and play?"

If I could write you a song, to tell you how I loved you,
write you a song of a thousand nights and days, I would write
you that song and when you heard me singing, you would know
that music can tear your heart away.

If I could love him any less, just a little less,
just enough to bring comfort to your soul,
if I could carve away enough
to dry those tears so shining
surely you know I would try
I would try...

if I could.

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M.A. Mohanraj
October 11, 1997

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