REMORSE.

It is but with deep remorse,
That I wonder which is worse,

To see her in his arms or,
To know that I had the chance, to change all this so wrong,

If only all this I had foreseen,
The first time I laid eyes on her face so serene,

I knew then that I had lost,

The man I was then , I no more was,
To be with her , body and soul , all my life ,
Was my dream , my wish supreme,

If only I had told her so,
Maybe things would be different, my remorse not so,

Does she ever think of me,
During those lonely moments or,
When he touches her unseen,


Maybe Iam not the only one,
This remorse might be, after all , a shared one.