There have been many times in my life that I have wished this. Now, because of experience, I have learned how to choose my words carefully so not to regret them afterwards.
Excellent poem Claire.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shodows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face...
William Butler Yeats