It’s a shame, is it not?—
That we did not love.
Chances so fleeting,
A nod from above.
How foolish we were,
To hope and to wait;
Our half-hearted movement
Angering Fate.
We could have, but didn't,
So scared we both were;
The chance of a lifetime,
Lost in a blur.
We should be, but aren’t.
A romance untold;
The greatest of stories
That did not unfold.
It’s a shame, is it not?—
Between you and I,
Fortune was smiling,
But we let it pass by.
