Many regrets have spilled their bitterness
over things dreamed up and not done,
and unable to go back
and undo them as sadness,
I can forget them all but one....
the one that makes me dream of what could have been!
Oh, heart lost in fascination....
you won't let these hands feel her softness,
you won't let this voice express its gladness;
all I feel is the flow of trepidation.
Oh, heart lost in fascination...
time has stolen precious moments not lived,
not given when she asked for a warmth so desired!