I may never feel your arms about me,
Or your kiss upon my lips.
And I may never know your scent,
Or your hands upon my hips.

And I may never get the chance,
To hear you whisper in my ear,
And feel your breath upon my neck,
While you call me "my dear."

And there about a million things,
You and I may never get to do.
And I don't know whose fault it is,
But it's breaking my heart, too.