My Belle

Tonight, I wonder with a sigh,
As she lies here, right by my side,
What would have been as time went by
If she'd declined to be my bride.

Would happiness have left me then?
Would I have grieved for what I lost?
Would I have chanced to love again
And hushed the day our paths had crossed?

Each night, the answers lie unknown,
Entwined in dreams that I behold.
I dread the thought of days alone,
Of years without her form to hold.

And yet, it’s silly that I dwell
On thoughts of sadness late at night,
For she has been my lovely belle
Since we first met, so all is right.