If wishes were horses, beggars will ride.
And of a fact, if wishes were horses,
I would probably be a cowboy all my life,
But alas, wishes are not horses,
Thus I can’t ride,
But if they were;
I would wish to be the wind,
to gently blow and caress your cheeks,
I would wish to be the sun,
to cast my graze on your face unflinchingly,
I would wish to be a nightingale,
to sing sweet songs into your ears
I would wish to be your jacket,
for you to draw me closer whenever you are feeling cold.
I would wish I was your pillow,
for you to lay your head on and hold me close all night long.
But then,
If I had just one wish, I would wish for you to love me,
Just the way, I love you.

If I was an artist,
I will draw you with the best colours.
If I was an actor,
I will try to always do the right things.
If I was a singer,
I will try to find a melody as beautiful as you.
If I was an orator,
I will use the right words to impress you.
But as am neither of the above,
For I am just me,
And as I am me,
I will love you as much as I already do.