If I Was a Love Poet

I'm gonna be honest, ah, ah
 It's not often that I find myself eager to write about love
 In fact, every time I try to write about love, my hands cramp (aww)
 Just to show me how painful love can be
 Sometimes my pencils break
 Just to prove to me that every now and then
 Love takes a little more work than you planned
 I heard that love is blind, so I write all my poems in braille
 And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless
 I've always believed that real love
 Is kinda like a supermodel before she's airbrushed (no shit)
 It's pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended
 I'm gonna be honest, I'm not much of a love poet
 But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning
 And decide that I was gonna write about love
 My first poem, it would be about you
 About how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike
 Scared (oh), but reckless
 With no training wheels or elbow pads
 So my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you
 I'm gonna be honest, I'm not much of a love poet
 But if I was, I'd write about how I see your face in every cloud
 And your reflection in every window
 You see, I've written a million poems
 Hoping that somehow, maybe some way
 You will jump out of the page and be closer to me
 See, I'm not much of a love poet, but if I was
 I'd write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
 Even on days when everything around you is ugly
 I'd write about your eyelashes, and how they are like violin strings
 That play symphonies every time you blink
 If I was a love poet
 I'd write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
 Every time I hear the vibration in your voice
 And whenever I see your name on the caller ID
 My heart plays hopscotch inside of my chest
 It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars
 And I feel like a child all over again
 I know it's gonna sound weird, but sometimes
 I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs
 Just so I would never have to spend an entire day without you
 And I swear, I'm usually not a love poet
 But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning
 And decide that I was gonna write about love
 My first poem, it would be about you