If you were a sandwich,
I'd throw away the chips and pickle;

If you were a baseball game,
I'd hope for extra innings;

If you were an ice cream sundae,
I'd savor the whipped cream and the cherry on top;

If you were an omelet,
I'd skip the o.j. and the bacon;

If you were a sunset,
I'd wrap myself in your colors;

If you were a lilac, longing to bloom,
I'd gently sniff each little flower;

If you were my only candle,
I wouldn't need any other light;

If you will just walk with me a while,
I will always walk with you.

March 15, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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