If You Ask Me Poem by Vukasin Vucenovic

If you ask me of time
I'll tell you it flies.
I'll take you by the hand
And tell you you're too young to understand
But in time you'll mature
And eventually you'll know for sure.

If you ask me of truth
I'll tell you there's only one.
And in the last light of the day
When you lay your little head on your pillow
You'll know the truth unspoken.

If you ask me of sorrow
I'll tell you a story.
I'll tell you a story of lost love
Of youth hindered by doubt.
I'll tell you about all the chances
Lost in the mist of insecurity.

If you ask me of regret
I'll tell you it never goes away.
I'll tell you it casts a shade,
A cold reminder of things
You should have done,
And not the ones you did.

But if you ask me of love,
I will not say a word.
Quietly I'll hug your mother
And raffle your hair.
In that moment, it'll hit you like a dart
Love doesn't come from words
But is born in heart.