(for Paz Marquez Benitez)
If I still think of her today
Why didn't I tell her long ago?
I could have saved all wondering
For I'd have peace if I did know.
If I had learned of metaphors
Before I wondered 'bout the stars
Would I have written verses then
And worshipped Venus instead of Mars?
If I had found my tongue could rhyme
Would I have shown a face sans mask,
A heart unsure? But woe is me--
I'll never know, I didn't ask.
©2001 by H.O. Santos