Time v. Young Love

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?