What Could Have Been

met a dame On a maine Waltz through my lane Pretty as fine clay Molded for a potter To cherish So as not to perish An honourable damsel .....My intuiton Precedes me... leap of faith To sustain fate should I hail her ...Retorting.... thinking..... Summoned the courage To take the chilvarous step... My confidence faints Like a tainted glass Seeing her everyday Brings calm to my storm Aloof I stand Watching events unfold ...Thinking..... I have eternity to work up to her Divulging my deepest thoughts How wrong was I.... Like a thief in the night Eternity was stolen from me Procrastination steals the time Leaving me....fathoming what could have been If odds had been defiled Taken the giant stride To defy all odds.... Hence I spent four years Appreciating her from afar Without waltzing toward her What could have been.... Is what I ask.... Eternity can't answer that Cause its so far away What could have been.... An hello could have solved the mystery ...Road not taken Opportunity missed... Hence the voice That sounded like *the bird sings* Is the memory I hold on too... What could have been.... Can never be known Cause fate stole it all Living just a memory To reminisce over.....