If I were Shakespeare I would write a drama about you,
If I were Dickens, a novel would be.
If I were Picasso, I would paint you,
And if I were Russell Lowell, I think a poem would do good
for you and me.

Neither am I Keller to script a story,
Nor Dr Phil to examine our possibilities of being together.
Neither am I Langston Hughes to write about our dreams and glories,
Or Don Williams to sing about you.

It's true I can't stand 27 years of prison like Mandela,
Or being burnt in fire for what I love like Tyndale...
But I will do small tries like Cinderella,
As Kristoff and Sven ran to Arrandale.

Yes I can't stand for truth like did the merchant Antonio,
That I can even stand to be cut a pound of flesh...
Because if I do so I would be cutting ties with you:
For you are the bone of my bones, The flesh of my flesh.