It may not always be so

It may not always be so;and I say

That If your lips;which I have loved, should touch 

Another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch

His heart, as mine in time not far away;

If on another face your sweet hair lay

In such as a silence as I know, or such

Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,

Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

If this should be, I say If this should be-

You of my heart, sent me a little word;

That I may go unto him, and takes his hands, 

Saying, Accept all happiness from me.

Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird

Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

                                                                                                                             By: E.E. Cummings