If You Had Come Sooner Poem by Wakar yatoo Yatoo

Why did fate let us meet today,
at a moment bitter, cruel, unkind—
when I could not ask you to stay,
nor step ahead and call you mine?
Where I couldn't reach to hold your hand,
or lose myself within your eyes,
nor whisper low, as lovers can,
you're the place where my heart lies.
If you had come a little sooner,
we might have spoken—soft and slow—
of dreams of us, a shared future,
of love too shy to yet be known.
The thread between your heart and mine
would have pulled us close, held tight,
grown brighter still with passing time,
burning steady, warm, and bright.
Had your longing met my flame,
with equal fire, equal need,
perhaps the stars would know our name,
and fate itself would then concede.

__wakaryatoo