Have I met you my love, my cure?


Meeting you was not in my plan.

And now, I don’t know where I stand.

 

I hear your voice that sounds like silk.

And I think, why should I feel guilt?

 

You are not mine, but should you be?

Could you help find the real me?

 

What we sense may be real.

Or, is it just a way to feel?

 

For now, we start as friends,

And wonder, where this may end.

 

Will you keep my heart safe?

Will you be worth the wait?

 

Will our lives intertwine

On the day that you can be mine?

 

Until we meet, we can’t be sure.

But I have a feeling, you’re my cure.