Were I to spend my time

Upon my head,

Would colours change,

Blue become red?

Were I to run

Instead of walk,

Would it mean no time

To stop and talk?

Were I to think

In a different way,

Might I become

Dante today?

Were I to bow

And kiss your feet,

Hand my heart to you, complete,

Would you promise me to stay, and never, ever, go away?

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Owain Glyn