Written In The Stars

I am here to tell you we can never meet again.

Simple really, isn't it?

A word or two and then a lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when.

You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell the someone you once loved so long ago,

so well.

Never wonder what I'll feel Oh,

there as living shuffles by.

You don't have to ask me heart,

and I need not reply.

Ev'ry moment of my life, from now until I die,

I will think or dream of you and fail to understand how a perfect love can be confounded out of hand.

Is it written in the stars?

Are we paying for some crime?

Is that all that we are good for,

just a stretch of mortal time?

Is this God's experiment in which we have no say,

in which we're given paradise, but only for a day?

Nothing can be al I'll tered.

Oh, there is nothing to decide.

No escape, no change of heart,

nor any place to hide.

You are all I'll ever want but this I am denied.

Sometimes in my darkest thoughts I wish I never learned what it is to be in love and have that love returned.

Is it written in the stars?

Are we paying for some crime?

Is that all that we are good for,

just a stretch of mortal time?

Is this God's experiment in which we have no say,

in which we're given paradise, but only for a day?

only for a day?