How do I sow for you a flaxen field that shimmers like your hair
when I havenít any seeds in my hand?
How do I play for you the music that is your voice
when I havenít an orchestra or a band?
How do I paint for you the ocean swimming in your eyes
when I havenít a brush to swirl?
How do I shine for you a gem that glows as softly as your skin
when I havenít a sapphire or a pearl?
How do I shape for you a vase that has your sensuous curves
when I havenít a potterís wheel?
How do I forge for you a blade as sharp as your wit
when I havenít any steel?
How do I fill the trees for you with the song that is your laugh
when I havenít any birds?
How do I express to you the passion in my heart
when I havenít sufficient words?...
The only way I know how... unskilled though it is
is with an enveloping hug and a simple kiss.