If I could form us a bed from missed
opportunities we could lay upon greatness.
If my words could be kisses and if touch
were the misses, we could lay within greatness.
If my thoughts were to be real and
if with each one you could feel,
we could taste such greatness.
If my armor could fall I could give
you my all,
we could dance with such greatness.
Karen Hayward 2016. ©