If I Were

If I were a shirt I would be royal blue, and your shoulders I would caress; wrapped around your waist in black, if I were a dress.

If I were a shoe, I would have heels, then I would know how your soft, bare foot feels.

If I were a ring, I would know your finger, and if faded jeans, your legs I would remember.

If I were crimson red I could taste your lips, then rest all day in the perfect kiss.

If I were a mirror, each day I would see, your beautiful smile looking right through me.

If I were the finish line, to me you would run, warm sweat in the noon-day sun.

If I were a river, in my depths you could swim, floating free, not returning to him.

If I were a fire, on a cold still night, I would capture your heart with my warm firelight.