Choices

Hearts rarely know for sure
or even well in advance
what shall become of lovers
when dealing with romance

Day to day joy might blossom
or send lovers off on a dream
sailing the starry skies
for more of love's supreme

Yet, in my day, mothers
sent their sons off on a trip
if they didn't like his lover's hair
maybe even her bottom lip

Now, that love's upon us
and our days draw close to nigh
I am trying to recoup my youth
'fore life becomes a sigh.

In response to Cusick's write of the same name

Del Cano 2005 March