I think of all the things I've said,
Then thought of different things, instead.
I think of all that I have done,
When moons were cheese, and life was fun.
But now I sit, and realize,
I lost the one and only prize.
The one who gave me butterflies,
Whose depth was shown, within her eyes.
So, now I sit, in loneliness,
Cold, without her warm caress.
Wondering, what might have been,
If only I might just have seen.......
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Owain Glyn
If only are words and a sentiment so many of us can identify with. Very well written as always Owain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again a beautiful work so simple, real and touching really love it thanks for sharing