When I think back upon the time before
We were together, I can hardly say
That I would wish it any other way
Than how it was, because to ask for more
Would be to risk what happened, and therefore
Despite the times of definite dismay
Despite the hours when I used to pray
For easing of my heart, so bruised and sore,
Despite the sorrows, which were true and deep,
The weariness, the pining, and the stares,
And all those longing chats pre-empting sleep
Full of unspoken wishes, hopes, and cares,
I would repeat it all, instinctively
Because in time it all brought you to me.
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