This poem is about a man who lost his love and wishes to rewrite his fate, to be with his true love.

If delighted and fair was my life
She would’ve been my doting wife

Whenever we’d have the slightest stride
I’ll cease it before it becomes rife

Holding hands we’d grow old allied
In a sweet little home by the countryside

Our faces turned wrinkly yet bright
Like a shining ray following a dark night

Writing our names with a carving knife
On an oak tree that’s old and white

Wouldn’t I be the happiest man alive?
To love you forever, in this and afterlife

Only if my fate, I could rewrite
Mend the time gone by and reunite...

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