If I were a music-maker, I think I'd like to write a song About your dimples and your laugh And how they turn the Earth along. With ginger tea out on the porch, I'd sit each morning to compose. I'd find my lyrics in your hair And strum the contours of your nose. I'd pen it down in simple form To keep the message nice and clear; I'd perform it for the world whole So all would know I hold you dear. Then I would spend a decade still To carve a golden record new. I'd put it up with Voyager To greet the distant stars with you. Out there, your praise would never end (and that is just how far I'd go), Yet I am not a musician. But, this is the love I would show.