💕 If I Sara Teasdale Could Live Again 💕 Poem by James McLain

If I were Sara Teasdale again,
perhaps I would whisper the delicate lines of love and longing into the winds of eternity.

I would paint the world in soft hues of melancholy and desire, where every glance and touch carried the weight of a thousand poems.

Perhaps I would cradle the fleeting moments of beauty, offering them as gifts—silent and profound.

My verses would dance across time, shaping hearts, even the heart of the one I knew before you, with the gentle ache of knowing what was lost and yet still once again I found.