Why does love always seem to end cruel
And yet when it starts, it is so divine...

I have realised love
Does not always form...

It was a chance encounter
We were never meant to meet...

With you there's often perfect
A time that would stand still...

When I was young, I'd plant a seed
With all the help from mum I'd need...

I may not be rich
But I have money to spend...

With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...

Just like perfect strangers
Caught in each others stare...

I know our love is not perfect
If such a thing exists...

There are times in life
Where it throws you a curve ball...

Though separated
While standing apart I watch...

I see you in front of the mirror
And so often I'll watch you frown...