“If I Were You, And Love Should Call”

(a sad and silly poem of regret)

 

 

09/22/14

 

 

To my dear, dear friends, and ever-constant readers,

 

I

 

If I were you, and love should call

might I—again—rush to its fair embrace?

Perhaps in another youthful time, another place

in seeking blissful love, and to that love give all.

 

II

 

If you were I, and should love its sorrows prove

the kiss that once was welcomed, now betrayed;

to leave a torn and reeling heart, afraid.

Forever shuttered ‘gainst all future loves to move.

 

III

 

But…since I am I and you are you

and he and she are they,

would you pursue a most uncertain love,

or else—in sadness—watch it drift away?

 

IV

 

There must be loves long-lasting, strong and true.

Alas, it was a love I never knew.

 

End

 

Oh, my precious friends, what are your opinions and thoughts regarding ‘love’.

And…as a kind of informal poll, do you believe in, “love at first sight?”

 

I wish for you blissful days and nights free from pain, want or despairing.

In full-surrounded by relatives, children, good friends (and, pets!), who love you truly for the wonderful person that you are.

And—as always—please know that I think about you often, and love you dearly!

 

 

‘Zahc’/Charles