Maud Muller
God pity them both and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes;
And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away!
This is an excerpt from a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier. I like this poem because it's about lost loves. I think we all have them somewhere in our closets: The skeletons from love stories past that "might have been." Whose to say if we choose wisely or not? They always say that those who choose with their hearts are happiest.
