Pathways Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Why did our paths have to cross
So very very late in life?
I would have fallen for you,
And taken you to be my wife.

We would have been a family
You would have owned my heart and soul.
Had I ever felt like half a man,
You’d have shown me I was whole.

A pedestal to put you up on
Your throne at which I’d bow.
And if you would want me for your own,
I’d put you up there girl right now.

I will not dwell on what is past.
I’m only looking straight ahead.
I want my time with you to last,
For in my dreams you’re in my bed!

Now when I rise up in the mornings,
I’ll rub the night’s sleep from my eyes.
Then daydream about our pathways,
And how your memory still does tantalize!