If I were

If I were half a century younger

I would not shy away from falling in love

with the most handsome guy

who stole my heart

as he walked past by me

through that narrow alleyway

on a sunny morning

in a spring day.

I would not give him away to the first bidder

who had the courage I lacked

to take his hand and invite him to the first kiss.

If I were half a century younger

I would set the world on fire

to reach his heart

and take his hand and carve

traces of my longings in his memory.

I would not leave those deep grey eyes

which hid behind the long lashes

to fill with tears

and the kindness of his smile

which could open the doors

to the heaven of happiness.

to someone else.

If I were half a century younger…..