If only I were an athlete

known for my prowess and skill

then she also could share my prestige -

life at the top of the hill.



If only I were a merchant

and to the rich peddled my wares

so then I could give wealth unto her

and alleviate her worldly cares.



If only I were a hero

endowed with power and grace

then she could revel in paradise found

while lying in my embrace.



If only I were a painter

her countenance my canvas would grace

so all the world would know of her charm

and Lisa would be just another pretty face.



If only I were an airman

I could carry her away from the world

and together on some lost island

we could watch as our fate unfurled.



If only I were a sculptor

I could craft her, her beauty in stone.

And my creation would serve to remind me

that I will never again be alone.



If only I were a songwriter

making music ethereal and wise

then all the world would know an enchantress

her art beheld in her eyes.



If only I were a romantic

I could woo her with my words and my way

and fill her life with a thrilling mystique

so the aura of night rules the day.



But, alas, I am none of these

picayune in stature and fame.

My only gift to her is my love

and the whole of my heart can she claim.