How would I know
if the time is just right
for flowers to bloom in mid-June
for the rivers to flow in quietude
for the skies to break a brand new dawn
for the night to grow with our souls in solitude?

How would I know
if emotions have not come rushing about
like a raging storm when December comes
or like the rustling of leaves against a dry ground
or like the whooshing of wind from the Northern part,
if we are lured, off-guard, by the sound of love?

How I would I know
if destiny had made it right
for love to grow between us like sparks in the sky
for our weary hearts to dance in misty paradise
for our hands to lock as we watch our eyes smile
and to think of us together like it ain't a crime?

How would I know
when it's time to wake up from a dream,
more like a nightmare when I know you're near
but seemingly like a million miles away from here,
when all my life, I've waited for you to come
only to know that you won't hang around?

Your love could be that strong, but I'm at my weakest now
I might have fallen hard, but there are some things we don't allow
Love may be the weapon when hope is out of sight
But love isn't enough when we both know it isn't right.
Love could set us free, but destiny has put the bounds
Forever is but a wish, in our dreams it forever resounds.

*You know I can't love you, when you belong to someone else now.