If I was a boy in your school…

Unencumbered I can wonder
If the present were torn sunder
What would change about the past
If only I had you to ask
“May I carry your books, Dear?”

To travel back to times ago
And find a present undiscovered
Seeing you in brightest bloom
Right next to your beauty I hovered
“May I sit by you, Dear?”

Many thoughts one can possess
About even the morrow
But yesterday is on my mind
More so than tomorrow
“May I hold your hand, Dear?”

Beyond the veil and mist of sorrow
I have a dream of another morrow
Different than the one today
We meet in a nearby park to play
“May I swing with you, Dear?”

Looking through a different window
Than the one right by my chair
I see you standing in my driveway
Pretty ribbon in your hair
“Come and talk with me, Dear?”

Seeing clearly what was shadowed
Tasting love that’s now forbidden
My feelings are no longer hidden
Thoughts of you my mind is ridden
“Come and kiss my lips, Dear?”

Taking what is offered, gladly
Loving you so very, madly
Not seeing you strikes me, sadly
Be with you I must, and badly
“Hold onto me forever, Dear?”

Today is here just like before
But I have you now and so much more
I have your books and hand in mine
We brought with us a perfect time
“See you on the morrow, Dear.”