You Are the Love that I didn't make,
The Chance for a Memory that I didn't take,
The Hint of a Feeling that I'll never know,
A Seed never Planted that can never Grow.
You Are a Passion I let slip away,
"I Love You," "I Miss You" that I'll never say,
The hint of Laughter that could have been shared,
A Secret of Lovers, had I only dared.
You Are a Dream of what could have been
If I could do over... would I miss again?
Or would I give you the Passion of Youth
A Promise, A Future, A Forbidden Truth?
I know that I'll never awaken to see
You lost in your Dreamland, right here next to me.
So memories of Kisses are all that I hold
You are a story can never be told.
I had a chance that I didn't take
You Are the Love that I didn't Make.