Possibilities
/I dwell on the memory
Of callow first love
Received by us
As a gift from above
Eyes blind to all
But one another
Certain our relationship
Was like no other
It was to me
Fresh, pure
No other since
Holds the same allure
If Fate had been kinder
Not butted in
Ended our hopes
What might have been?
Possibilities
Continue to gleam
Replay in my mind
Haunt my dreams
If I saw you again
Gave you my hand
Would you grasp it
Instinctively understand?
By Margaret Karim
From: United Kingdom