Written in the Stars

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 feel as living shuffles by You don’t have to ask me and I need not reply
Every 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 confound and 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 they alter, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I’ll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I’d never learn
What it is to be in love and have that love returned