Had you been there today, things would have been different.
You were more in my eyes than myself.
Your name in my poem would be the paper
But there would be slow rains of your fragrance.
your coming and going
You would have been sounding every step of the way.
Your name rides on these lips
Had it been day, would the night also be happy.
If God had accepted this, today
You would have been a part of my habits too.