If I had the chance to live life over, I would go more slowly - that's for sure. I wouldn't put up such a fight To have my way or prove I'm right Or overlay the world with my agenda. I would open each day like a present, Tender toward what ever came my way - Every texture - joy or pain - Searing sun or healing rain, For I have seen the masks of my Beloved. I would not be so restless, So eager to mess with The nectar of what is That I over-think the kiss Or turn my mouth away. I would not take a single breath for granted. And I would spend much more time on my knees. For once you've strewn the ashes of The bodies of the ones you love, You learn something about what really matters. And I know that love is worth the wounding And that this dance is too brief to sit through. So even though my heart would break, What a deep, exquisite ache. I would always be a fool for love.