If I were a sailor I would dive deeply
Into the ocean of your silky hair
Where the waves are lost towards infinity
Up to the perfume of a sweet love affair.

If I were a swimmer I would drown with lies
Into your glittering crocodiles tears of sensitivity
Where your diamond's quest will drive me
As far as the lair of your soul's eyes

If I were a philatelist I would take delight
Of your mouth's line where the perfection
Of your nectar will share the spotlight
In the dessert of my collection.

If I were a mountaineer I would climb up
Your high mountain's legend
Where the everlasting snows will only blow up
When your pleasure come to an end.

If I were a painter I would soak my brush
Into your virgin forest ready to blush
Where only a coolness torrent will flow
At the banks' mouth before the afterglow.

If I were a poet in love I would mix those taboo
Into verses that will only look alike
When my eccentric imagination would like
To tell you without any regret.... I love you.




 
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