If you could see her face again,
free from burden, free from pain,
your eyes would meet; your face would smile
Blue meets green, its been a while.

Your parting words would come to mind,
for she has taken time to find.
What will you stroke first? Her face? Her hair?
In this moment, there's no time to spare.

You'd try to memorise every line of her face,
every curve, every crease, eager to trace.
But is a moment enough, is her kiss bittersweet?
When you are forced to part, do you feel incomplete?

A lover's chance is a cruel thing indeed,
you'll see her again but your heart will still bleed.
Both Fate and Time twisted into one evil grin,
delighted and dancing in the wake of the sin.

Yes, a lover's chance is a cruel, flightless bird,
the cry of the lover scarcely heard.
Never passed on, the fear of chance missed,
desperate to once again feel lost love's kiss.