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I
could have lost you
I
could have lost you
at
the outset in high school
when
you returned my ring to me
because
I was moving too fast.
I
could have lost you
when
we first went off to college
and
you decided you needed
to
date other boys
for
the freedom, for the experience.
I
could have lost you
because
we were apart, at different colleges
and
you did date another guy
and
you did have plenty of boyfriends
trailing
along behind you all over the campus.
But,
for whatever the reasons
I
did not lose you,
you
never left me like you could have
for
another guy, you remained mine,
mine,
blessing my life
with
your beautiful, superlative self
when
certainly you could have done better.
Yes,
I could have lost you but I didn’t,
and
I don’t know why
you
are still mine.
If
I live 1000 years, I’ll never be able
to
figure that one out.
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How
could I not?
If
I didn’t know you yet saw you today,
on
the street or in a store,
in
a classroom or on the dance floor,
I
would fall in love with you all over again,
I
know I would.
I’d
fall in love with you as I did
all
those many years ago.
How
could I not?
How
could any man not? Just look at you!
I’d
fall in love with your smile
and
your shining mink-coat brown eyes.
I’d
fall in love with your laugh
and
your legs, your delicate hands
and
precious feet. I’d fall in love
with
you, with all of you.
How
in the world could I not?
And
more than anything in the whole world
I
would want you to be mine,
would
want you to let me love you,
to
have and to hold you,
to
pamper and to worship you,
until
the breath left my body for good.
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My
heart is so full
I
see your pretty face,
hear
your so familiar voice,
watch
your precious movements across the room,
and
my heart is so full.
I
turn to the photos of you before I came along,
15
years old, so innocent and sweet
lying
on the blanket at Dallenbach’s beach,
acting
with your friends in a summer stock play,
and
my heart is so full.
I
recall our first dance,
holding
you so tenderly against me,
our
first kiss, so tentative, yet sure,
our
very first date when I asked you to be mine,
and
my heart is so full.
I
replay the scene
of
my proposing to you in the dark,
fumbling with the ring,
and
you saying yes and crying,
my
world exploding with happiness and relief,
and
my heart is so full.
I
think again of kissing you,
feeling
your warm mouth on mine,
feeling
your slender fingers laced between mine,
stare
as your perfect smile
shines
on me still,
and
my heart is so full
I
fear it will burst.
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