I pray I meet you again in about six years from now when everything is worked out.
But for now I will hold on desperately to what we could have been; If not for time!
I was drowned by fear and doubt, I couldn't get out of my head!
And now not into your arms.
What if the one that got away was never had at all?
I mourn a love never born.
I fantasize a book without a start!
Why must time and chance deny love beginning?
Contradicted convictions of pain!
Is love torturous to end or never begin?