She dwells in What-if lands
Oceans of What-if eyes
Seeking tears to wash
Away the ruins of her life

The hand of fate
Has knocked again
And opened the door
To his waiting smile

Yet there’s little left
To be done or said
When she has to
Race with dials of time

She covets winter love,
A blizzard of pain
Tempest and rain
Of a thousand rhymes

And yearns for the moments
Smothered inside the pages
Of a daring past
When she truly felt alive

What-if is magic—
A Neverland
Of an impossible love
In a possible world

No one can stop
The fancies of her thoughts
That answer to whims
Of her perfect world

And so she lives
In the cosy home
Of his caring arms
A holiday scene.

And every agony remains
At bay when she thinks
Of her what-if plans
In her wildest dreams.