If I still think of her today Why didn't I tell her long ago? I could have saved all wondering For I'd have peace if I did know.
If I had learned of metaphors Before I wondered 'bout the stars Would I have written verses then And worshipped Venus instead of Mars?
If I had found my tongue could rhyme Would I have shown a face sans mask, A heart unsure? But woe is me-- I'll never know, I didn't ask.
