who was da vinci before he fell in love with mona lisa?

i imagine myself on a beach in valencia, where the birds are singing and the sun is warm.

maybe my hair is darker, maybe im taller,

maybe i can dance barefoot on a marble floor.

maybe my nose has freckles, maybe we’re not so different,

maybe i see you from afar as you’re walking on the shore.

i imagine myself as an artist,

one who’s inspired by beauty and not pain.

maybe you buy me a rose, maybe (like a lady) i refrain.

maybe you’ll say you insist, maybe i’ll blush and accept.

you’d take me dancing, we’d run away on the last train.

i imagine myself as a lover,

with a bright eyed paramour and a sigh like a prayer, stolen.

maybe i drink champagne like water, maybe i’m like diamonds unbroken.

you’d tell me stories about darkness and the light only you could show them.

if i had a second life, would it all turn out the same?

you’d still have my heart in your hands, you’d still smile like the moon is to blame.

if i were an artist, everything i’d ever make would have your name.

i imagine myself with a restart button, a chance to start anew.

maybe they’ll call me something different, maybe i’ll be beautiful for the things i do.

i cant help but hope that every road i take will lead to you.

if i kept my promise we’d be sitting on that beach in valencia with no shoes.

maybe i’d create something beautiful, maybe i’d learn to choose.

you’d tell me about darkness, and the light that is only yours to lose.

if i was an artist, you would be my muse.