If only always meant more

we could overcome our circumstance,
to coalesce ardor with caprice
the best of me intervolves the best of you
a ribbon in the sky only we can view
til death do us part and recycles anew
a world remade from hushed moments we construe
sweet dreams made from scratch, leavened by chance
as the music fades, still, we would dance

if only always meant more.