Perhaps it isn’t written
Cowardice would say
Because a love is forged,
half a globe away

Perhaps it’s not the time
A procrastinator would rhyme
As he sat around pondering and wasting away the time

Perhaps it was never meant for us
The pessimist would reply
Knowing in his soul it’s safer to never try

Perhaps
The curious would chime
A chance meeting, the time
Was a a part of a larger design

Perhaps, in the game of chance
God left room to choose to dance
Extending choice
To those bold to use their voice

Perhaps, that was what was written all along,
To bend and mend
A happily ever after all the disaster
Perhaps it was always meant to be



© mandie