If Only...

*A young woman with brown hair and swollen, red-rimmed eyes fastens a tearstained piece of parchment to the thorn tree, hurrying away quickly. The writing on the page is astonishingly beautiful calligraphy.*

Wistful thoughts of what might have been
With just a change or two in the past.

If only...
Your heart wasn't scarred,
Maybe you'd be willing to take
What I long to give.

If only...
You weren't the man you are,
Caring and honorable and just,
Maybe I could forget.

If only...
I had kept my thoughts unspoken,
Maybe a special friendship
Wouldn't lay in ruins.

If only...
I could be the one
To mend your heart and make you happy.
If only...

(beneath the poem, small but carefully drawn, is the symbol of Heironeous with a red heart outlined around it.)