It could have been, maybe, it might have been
Deep dive to sea of passion, leading to a chapel
Who knows but the wind, spinning tales with grin
It began with friendly banter, light as pins
Harmless I thought, but for you, a secret, an apple
Oh - what could have been, maybes or ifs of
Had you looked at me, not with a twinkle of a pal
Had I taken a small bite of your blushing-red proposal
Who knows but the wind, spinning tales with grin
I remember your face, filled with sunlight, a bean
Shivering with energy, the look of an open book - I missed..
it. It could have been, maybe, it might have been
Had you held my hand, so boldly in another time
Spinning me in a dance, kissing me up my spine-
Whew! Maybe the wind knew, spinning tales with grin
Rewinding the clock, our paths entwined
Would lead us - here - our hearts bespoked-
It could be another tale to "might have been"
Only the wind knows, spinning tales with grin
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, After St. Valentine Left the Building, hosted by Sarah Connor. Thanks for the visit.
