A Passing Thought #1

( The following poem was inspired by a poem written by A. M. Trumble )

If that I were to lament,
The waking moments I have spent,
Wishing I could be your lover,
I'd have time for nothing other.

If that I were to decree,
My never-ending love for thee,
My breath would weaken, growing old,
From all the words, to thee, I've told.

But if that I were to retreat,
And alas admit my own defeat,
Regret would be my mainstay, true,
Letting go of you.

And were that I would be so cruel,
Or worse yet, a blundering fool,
To offend myself and see you gone,
And wonder where my life went wrong.

Or if that I would be so sweet,
To once again let our arms meet?
Holding, never letting go,
This is how that you will know,

For once that I would be your friend,
And take your heart in hopes to mend,
And share a single, longing kiss,
Inside that Life, After This.