What If

What if I had taken that chance
What if I had returned that glance

What if I had accepted his hand
What if I had not been so offhand

What if I had walked with him a few steps
What if I had not faltered at the doorstep

What if my upbringing had not shackled
What if I had not my first love bottled

What if my love had not been driven away
What if I had been stronger, not swayed

What if we had given our budding love a chance
What if love could’ve been a joyous happenstance

In the twilight years of my life, regrets I have but few
Hesitant step, taken, would not have let me now, stew

In so many what ifs and what could’ve should’ve beens
There is many a slip betwixt the cup and lip not foreseen

Life and true love had come knocking at my door but once
Giving them a chance would have made me delirious once

In the twilight years I wonder what if………..



The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Maulana Jalalu’ddin Rumi

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man’s last romance.
Oscar Wilde 1856-1900, British Author, Wit


When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
Robert Bridges English, Poet Quotes

Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion,
a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Lord Byron British, Poet Quotes


First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of it.
George Bernard Shaw 1856-1950, Irish-born British Dramatist


We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.
George John Whyte-Melville


Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists…. When we are parted, we each feel the lack
of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost.
That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Erich Fromm



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