Maybe this time will be different,
In such a way I could only hope and dream about,
Or in thoughts I fall asleep so warmly nestled in.
Maybe this time will be better,
Then any other love in my life thus far,
In sweetness of Lilies, kind words, and candlelit dinners.
Upon rooftops, cars, and bridges.  
I might be getting too far ahead of myself,
But maybe this time will be real,
Not one sided, not possessive,
Caught up in a ring of smoke, drugs and money,
Of guns, lies and games.
I don't want to be bad anymore,
I want this to be good.
With kisses sweet like cherries on a checkered picnic blanket.
So maybe,
Maybe this time will take a bit more than the others,
But maybe this time will last.