If Only

If Only

If only my poems could echo my mind,
The depth of my thoughts, the love they find.
If only my verses could carry the weight
Of caring too deeply, of tempting fate.

If only my pen could keep up with the race,
Of thoughts that pour forth, a wild, wordless chase.
If only my lines could capture a feeling,
Like photographs freeze a moment of meaning.

If only my words could cling and stay,
The way I attach - too much, some say.
If only this page could feel what I do
As I sit here, silently aching for you.

If only my pencil could sense my heart,
And sketch all the truths it's held from the start.
If only my hands could write with the grace
My eyes feel when reading a well-loved place.

If only my touch could speak like a song,
The kind that has held me together so long.
Maybe then, only then, you would see
The love that runs endlessly and quietly, in me.