If we had met when I was young
A smile would form at your mere sight
Perhaps if I was twenty-one
I’d kiss you ‘neath the soft moonlight.
I’d stroll the park my hand in yours
I’d gaze into your dark wet eyes
As pupils dart my heart would soar
And ache as we say our goodbyes.
I’d bring you to the tallest tower
To proposition on one knee
As sunset streams that dusky hour
I’d ask you if you’d marry me.
But I am now an older man
Thing are complex, this cannot be.
My finger bears a wedding band
I cannot stay. I am not free.