Had the years played out differently, should we?
The snows of winter fallen at similar times.
The sounds of our feet on hardwood in sync.
The sun set on the same mountains.
The same path taken by our feet.
Had the years been placed more fairly, could we?
The hourglass tipped just so, not a moving grain.
The winds still, no shaking of the trees causing season's change.
The salty waves lapping at the same shore.
The freesias blooming on the similar eve.
Had the years been offered more closely, would we?
The hands placed in a delicate touch.
The eyes met, tension in the passion burned irises.
The lips tangled in love, not pity.
The love for you in my heart reciprocated in yours.
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