I am here to tell you

we can never meet again

simple really, isn't it

a word or two and then

a lifetime of not knowing

where or how, or why, or when

you think of me, or speak of me

or wonder what befell

the someone you once loved

so long ago, somewhere



never wonder what I feel

as living shuffles by

you don't have to ask me

and I did not reply

every moment of my life

from now until I die

I will think or dream of you

and fail to understand

how a perfect love

can be confounded out of hand



is it written in the stars?

are we paying for some crime?

is that all that we are good for

just a stretch of mortal time?

is this God's experiment

in which we have no say?

in which we're given paradise

but only for a day?



nothing can be altered

there is nothing to decide

no escape, no change of heart

nor any place to hide



you are all I'll ever want

but this I am denied

sometimes, in my darkest thoughts

I wish I'd never learned

what it is to be in love

and have that love returned



is it written in the stars?

are we paying for some crime?

is that all that we are good for

just a stretch of mortal time?

is this God's experiment

in which we have no say?

in which we're given paradise

but only for a day?



is it written in the stars?

are we paying for some crime?

is that all that we are good for

just a stretch of mortal time?

is this God's experiment

in which we have no say?

in which we're given paradise

but only for a day?