And what shall i say,
now that my chance has past?

Ah, the visions of You
visited me now and again.
Perhaps in a wistful memory
of opportunities lost
and attempts never made...

i scarcely dared to dream
of holding someone like You.
So perfect in so many ways;
with the kindness of a priest
and the grace of two queens,
with an alluring face
as precious as porcelain,
and a magic sparkle in Your eyes
promising so many things...

And what would i say,
were it that my chance returned?

Probably nothing.
A deer in headlights,
i would want so much to
touch and hold You close,
but i would be...

Waiting...

To feel on my lips
a realization of fantasy;
Your Kiss.