Has it been so long already,
From the days we used to go steady.
Has the face of time not changed,
If so why are we still estranged.
Has the heart not felt such sorrow,
Then why do we not look for tomorrow.
Has the past not taught us affection,
Of a lover spurned in love's perfection.
Has the path never lead to none,
Why bring us back to where we begun.
Has the soul not lost its mate,
For whom it did timelessly wait.
Has the will to live not escaped,
For why else is this form now draped.
Has it ever occurred to you,
This adoration did no more than grew.
