If Love’s Hindsight Were Foresight
If love’s hindsight were foresight,
Would you still take the chance?
Presume each memory,
Worth preordained penance?
Would you endure fated pain,
Deliberately choose not to see?
Perpetuate belief in a "we"?
Would you wholeheartedly commit,
To a knowingly damned endgame?
Exalt temporal emotion,
Endure resultant blame?
Would you indulge the fantasy,
Of a future still yours to decide?
Aware the price of delusion,
Was your heart, soul and pride?