i could write a book

a-b-c-d-e-g

i never learned to spell

at least not well. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7

i never learned to count

a great amount. but my busy mind is burning

to use what learning i've got. i won't waste any time

i'll strike while the iron is hot. if they asked me

i could write a book

about the way you walk and whisper and look. i could write a preface on how we met

so the world would never forget. and the simple secret of the plot

is just to tell them that i love you a lot. then the world discovers as my book ends

how to make two lovers a friend. use to hate to go to school

i never cracked a book;

i played the hook. never answered any mail;

to write i used to think was wasting ink. it was never my endeavor

to be too clever and smart. now i suddenly feel

a longing to write in my heart. if they asked me

i could write a book

about the way you walk and whisper and look. i could write a preface on how we met

so the world would never forget. and the simple secret of the plot

is just to tell them that i love you a lot. then the world discovers as my book ends

how to make two lovers a friend.