My Belle

Tonight, I wonder with a sigh
As she lies here, right by my side,
What would have been as time went by
Had she 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 life is right.