Could’ve; Should’ve

You caught my eye, then turned away,
But – lingering- as if to say
It might be nice if we could meet.

I almost went to talk to you
Get up from here and walk to you
Might you then offer me a seat?

Might we then talk, “Hi, how are you”
“Are you in school here?” “Yes, are you?”
Would you be glad that I had come.

Would we like the same kind of folks?
Would your eyes sparkle at my jokes?
And not think I was being dumb?

Perhaps, in glee, you’d grab my hand.
And both of us would understand
That something special could be ours.

Then days and weeks and months we’d share
We’d go together everywhere
And love would blossom like the flowers.

Your tender kisses would be mine,
Those lips like berries on a vine.
And I would taste your tender breasts-
And enter in your secret place
As sweetly, warmly we’d embrace
And ride our passions to their crests.

But – no, the way it worked instead,
You smiled at me – my face turned red
I sat, as shackled, in my chair.

I never came to speak to you
Although, oh God, I wanted to
I’d never seen a girl so fair.

Perhaps had you not been so fair,
I would have ventured over there
And all my dreams might have come true.

But the beauty of your angel face
Kept me transfixed there in my place
And all my life I’ve dreamt of you.