Why Is It
Whenever It Seems Within Grasp
It Slips Away
We Live Our Lives Searching
Hoping
Waiting For That One Person
Someone To Confide In
Someone Who Truly Cares
And Then
By Mere Chance
You Meet
Your True Love
The Object Of Your Affection
Your One And Only
But She Isn't Yours To Have
My Point Is This
Love Is Rare
Take Hold Of What You Have
Even If It's Only A Midnight Call
Or Some Magic Chance Weekend
Show Her Friendship
Show Her Truth
Love In Every Form
Find Joy In Her Eyes
Warmth In Her Heart
And Sorrow In Her Tears
For Though You May Never Be
If You Truly Love Her
She Will Now And Always Wonder
What If ?
Copyright 2005 Grim_Sorrow
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