YOU ARE / MAY / I AM NOT

YOU ARE 
You are the precious pearl in the ocean deep 
You are the shining star from heavens peep 
You are the fragrant flower in the desert air 
What’s the use if I am not there to share. 

MAY 
Have you met a little girl 
A little girl called May 
She was a sweet little girl 
I missed since yesterday

I’ve searched all through the hills 
I’ve looked all over the bay 
Tell me, oh stranger please 
Have you met her on the way? 

You cannot miss her, kind sir 
With her smile so cute and gay 
Her face that always glows 
Brightens the darkest day. 

Her two lovely eager eyes 
Glitter like morning ray 
 I yearn to hear her voice so soft 
Please come back my sweet May 

Time will tell if you miss me 
Please think of me each day 
Say that you always need me 
More and more I’ll pray 

I AM NOT 
 I am not a Shelley nor a Byron, my dear 
To pen verses sweet to you 
Nor I ever be a Shakespeare 
To write love sonnets so true. 

I cannot paint your smile like Leonardo 
Nor sculpt your shape like Michelangelo 
Neither I a Kelly nor Astaire to dance 
The waltz and quickstep of romance 

Neither a Chopin or Liszt to play 
Black and white keys of love tunes 
Nor a Crosby or Sinatra of today
Sentimental songs to croon