When I went down on my knee
And asked you my wife to be,
You said you wanted to think about it
Maybe just for a day you’ll sleep on it.

20 torturous years have passed since
Yet to my hopeful heart I couldn’t convince
That spurning me you went on to marry
A man of wealth, comfort and less worry.

You went ahead since and married twice,
Though passing years have made me wise
My foolish heart as always still pines for you--
But I wonder did you ever feel guilty or rue?

Whatever happened was for the best
Maybe fate had a game-plan or a test,
Never in your share is given more or less
What would my life be had you said yes?

Maybe a divorcé  or stone-cold dead
For you to go ahead and again wed,
Destined to marry thrice and not less
You spared my life by not saying YES!