If Only Poem by Owain Glyn

I think of all the things I've said,
Then thought of different things, instead.
I think of all that I have done,
When moons were cheese, and life was fun.

But now I sit, and realize,
I lost the one and only prize.
The one who gave me butterflies,
Whose depth was shown, within her eyes.

So, now I sit, in loneliness,
Cold, without her warm caress.
Wondering, what might have been,
If only I might just have seen.......
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Owain Glyn