If he were only to glance my way  

He’d see all the wrinkles and the gray 

That mark the times of all my tears     

The many struggles, regrets and fears.  

 

But if he were really to look at me  

A girl of eighteen he’d have to see

With hair not of gray but velvety brown                   

And a body straight not bent nor bound. 

 

And would my feelings truly come to be  

If he were really to look at me

And would he know of all the bliss he brings

Whenever he bares his soul and sings.  

                      

And if my words he were to fully hear 

Would he smile at all the joy the cheer  

Might he welcome the teasing in my voice

If he knew he’d always been my choice.

 

And as I the schoolgirl await his kiss

Would he notice all my giddiness                      

Or my body trembling just at his sight 

Or when dreams of him invade the night.

 

And if he were really to know my heart 

Would these wrinkles he no longer chart  

Might he perhaps realize this yearning

That’s just for him forever burning.

 

By: Kay