If It Were To Be Poem by Godfrey Torrance

If it were to be, I will never know Who knows what it will be
Who knows —
What will happen to me?

We go back and forth To and fro
Fighting ferociously Becoming to each a foe.

Reconvening at the sake of remorse;
We apologize once more.
Looking, for another chance
We walk away,
And we begin to dance

Our minds fight: An everlasting war; One of painful
And daunting rapport
He corrupts and destroys

Bringing erroneous insinuations of joy He doesn't care for her
She thinks he does
She competes with herself Is it love, or lust?

We fight once more Her heart I tore
We make-up once again Reading forever
Of Mice, and Men

The final fight of our relationship, Has come to an end
The pain we brought, something we cannot mend.