Being In Love

If I could born, as a guitar

It would be better than being in love.

If I could play, like a string

It would be better than being in love.

Silence of walls whispered in my eyes

try to sleep, try be deep.

Choirs of emotion nudged my shadow

try to keep, the pain beneath,

Though whole of the half

I dreamt ago

painted half of the whole

I let forgo.

My cries took me above

somewhere up in the space

And I melted down softly

falling from grace.

If I could born as a flute

It would be better than being in love

If I could whistle, like a wood

It would be better than being in love.

In my mind I hate my presence

set to sow, set to mow.

In my heart the fog is dense

set to glow, set to flow,

We need a master

to live a lie,

why not truth be given

few more tries.

Why love is a letter

to lost address,

And heart goes Belgium

for diamond race.

If I could born, as a lake

It would be better than being in love

If I could sing, like a pond

It would be better than being in love.