Missed Love (Monotetra) Poem by Terry Hoffman

If I could sit and hold your hand
I'd talk about our promised land.
The one from which we still are banned.
I won't demand! I won't demand!

Our love it didn't stand a chance,
no way that we could start our dance.
We'd not a thing except one glance.
We had no chance! We had no chance!

You had your ways and I had mine,
but thought our love would start to shine,
just like a sip of some fine wine.
It was so fine! It was so fine!

But our romance was not to be;
you cannot make the leap, I see;
to share our love, you won't agree.
Please talk to me! Please talk to me!

And so I sit and watch you wave.
I still smell your aftershave.
Your tender loving I still crave.
So to my grave! So to my grave!