I wish I had a poet’s soul,
For then I’d dream of things unknown;
Through unimagined realms I’d stroll,
Through kingdoms of my very own.
I wish I had a poet’s tongue,
For then I’d sing of songs unsung,
Tell tales untold of lands unseen
And wonders that have never been.
I wish I had a poet’s heart,
For then I’d feast on love’s surrender,
Taste its sorrow, feel its splendour,
And relish being torn apart.
For if a poet’s soul were mine,
I’d think my mortal life divine.