What could have been, if she had not been tempted by the fruit of another.
Not knowing what could have been
is intriguing, tying up imagination
in a deadlock chess match
that no one could win.
I could drive my mind
into a frenzy; trying to find you
in a different place and time,
where we could be together
at the start of that yellow brick road,
that maze, that joyful journey
to the doorway of your love.
You've guided me around your garden
so I can see all that flourishes there.
But how to find my way back
to that entrance, the main gate?
Or do I jump the fence,
and hope that you won't chase me out?
I'll quietly go,
if you don't want me in your Eden.
But I have something to share, too,
before you take a bite of that fruit Eve.