If I could choose to choose anew;
to set the course of life again,
my track would yet be straight to you;
to where we are; to where we’ve been.
The narrow, cobbled, stony street
where actors sang in films before
has yet to touch this sailor’s feet;
I loved you then. I love you more!
The magic does as magic will
as any man would realize
who dares the gamble, dares the thrill,
who sails the tempest of your eyes.
A conscious choice, or cupid’s call….
you are my love-- you are my all.
© 2006 W.D.Neighbors