On My Way To You
So often as I wait for sleep
I find myself reciting
the words I have or should have said
like scenes that need rewriting.
The smiles I never answered
doors perhaps I should have opened
songs forgotten in the morning.
I relive the roles I’ve played
The tears I may have squandered
The many pipers I have paid
Along the roads I’ve wandered
Yet all the time I knew it
Love was somewhere out there waiting.
Though I may regret a kiss or two,
If I had changed a single day
What went amiss or went astray
I may have never found my way to you.
I would not change a thing that happened
On my way to you…
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i love you, too. =)
