If things are meant to be

Since I was a young boy, I watched you from afar,

Your beautiful, sweet allure.

Since I was a young boy, I wanted you to be mine,

Your treacherous, devious stares.

And if things are meant to be, I would love you now and forever more.

When I was a young lad, I felt your soft, warm grace,

Your breath softly whispering into my ear.

When I was a young lad, I would ruminate for days on end,

Your singsong hair dancing in the wind.

And if things are meant to be, I would worship the ground beneath your feet.

Now that I am a young man, I seem to have misplaced my heart,

Your hand slipping from my grasp.

Now that I am a young man, I am lost again without you,

Your face haunting my waking dreams.

And if things are meant to be, I would never lose sight again.

If I become a man, I will have learned from all of my mistakes,

Your affections turned back to me.

If I become a man, I will not be led back astray,

Your lips, soft petals of love's embrace.

If things are meant to be.