Oh my love my regrets are plenty
How little you know of how the floors creaked beneath his shoes.
That now my soul quakes when I hear a tiny squeak.
Little do you know what my poor heart held,
Knowing his feet aren't on the ground as well.
Oh my love my regrets are plenty
Little do you know the threads I ponder
The seas hide well, the dreams that all went under.
The waves would taunt me now.
They, the constant peace that's gone without him
The tides would capture my hope and not dare set it free
The water and land saw us so young
But Love cannot be made of such lovely things.
O my love
My regrets are plenty.
And so I will return to that sea;
The shining rock of our young future
The dying line I pushed you over
Walking finds the light I see,
The path shrouded in your misery
Was it you, or my youth taken from me?
YOU ARE READING
If I had you
PoetryFirst in a series of poems about the purest love and desire, please enjoy.
