Love was a fleeting thrill for you,
A mere mile-high attraction, nothing true.
You'd chase the thrill, and play the game,
Never considering the hearts that bear the pain.

You'd find someone intriguing, and swoop in fast,
Toying with emotions, leaving love to crash.
Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why,
You attached so quickly, and let go, wondering why?

Why do these people enter your life's stage?
Is it fate or chance? A moment's fleeting engagement?
Perhaps the forces that guide you are not divine,
But one in ten may hold a love that's truly mine.
© divi