If I were untrue

If I were untrue

If I were untrue

 I hope you knew

It wasn’t to you

Can we sit for awhile?

Watch the birds

Gaze at the sunrise

Talk about the kinds of seeds

We feed the birds

On a quiet morning.

If I were untrue

It was never meant to hurt you

If I were untrue

I hope you believed my truth

I’ll hold your hand

Longer than the fleeing time

I’ll show you more

Of me minus the ones

You learned somehow

If I were untrue

If I were untrue

I suppose you waited a while

For me to fly at you

To let you see what it was to me

The one I hid down the cellar of wine

Underneath the basket

Of stocked fruits

More meaningful than

The ones collected by you

If I were untrue

My love, it wasn’t meant to make you

Blind like you would

If you believed I was untrue.