Chances

Chances are you will never meet the right one,
Or know the feeling of new love begun,
The touch of this woman caressing you where,
It can send your hearts soaring as one, so aware.
 

Chances are you will never dance away the night,
See her smile at you and bring with it the light,
Or stroll along the beach, just you two holding hands,
Entwined in each other on the cool, wet sands.
 

Chances are you will never get lost in a long look,
Or talking together over a threadbare book,
Watch her face when she is lost with emotion,
Letting her hair down gently with love and devotion.
 

Chances are you will never know any of these things,
You will not know, my love, what happiness brings,
Or feel what life could be with each breath of air,
With a first loving step, let my heart be your flare.
 

December 27, 2003