We let love pass us by too many times
and in later years we look back
tears forming in our eyes
for those who got away
because we were too young to try.
Each life is filled with heartaches
such as these I describe
and we’ll regret those mistakes
until the day we die.
Sometimes we meet an old love
and all those yesterdays once more
before us begin to unfold.
Can love blossom a second time
long passed the winters of discontent,
long passed the flower of our youth.
What happens when love’s feelings
again begin to awake,
do we suppress them once again
or let our feeling flow.
The answer is not ours to make,
but for time to only know.
28 July 2010