Dare I even let myself ponder
The gravitational force of you,
Your eyes as they begin to wander,
How they turn to me and look right through?
Maybe I'm a fool to conceptualize it
After the many years you’ve wasted,
But just the brush of your hand could catalyze it,
Bring the headiest rush we’ve tasted.
I’m melancholy for what might have been,
How long this love has had to wait,
Yet the thought of what could at last begin
Tells me tonight it’s not too late.
How I hope this time you’ll acknowledge the spark...
Could we at last be young lovers after dark?