Ten Summers passed
And everything has changed.
But the desire to hold and caress
Your heart and hands.
If those lips are meant for me
To seal and steal warmth from you:
Then that fate so far has rejected me.
And kept me away from you.
What if there is no fate
And anything can be arranged.
What if your sweet kiss could sate
And could wipe away all the time and mend?
It doesn’t matter how the Summers come and go,
How my life’s Spring is over,
How my final leaf has fallen to show me
Winter has come to take me away.
Everything means nothing,
Those lips weren’t meant for me,
For they serve no purpose.
But that which we decide.
So decide on me.