it may not always be so; and i say <br />that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch <br />another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch <br />his heart, as mine in time not far away; <br />if on another's face your sweet hair lay <br />in such a silence as i know, or such <br />great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, <br />stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; <br /> <br />if this should be, i say if this should be -- <br />you of my heart, send me a little word; <br />that i may go unto him, and take his hands, <br />saying, Accept all happiness from me. <br />Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird <br />sing terribly afar in the lost lands.<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-may-not-always-be-so-2/
