I have dreamed of many boys,
And I come to realize,
That it is only natural,
To fall in love a couple times,
A few, a lot, have left forever marks,
Upon my heart, which I will not forget,
As I do not now,
Impressions I find, lift a little every day,
And linger now like fingerprints
Or bits of paint,
Flung down in happy play
That make me who I am.
There is nothing to regret,
Even if my wish was not granted,
And it seems too late,
To love only once . . .
And love forever.