My heart aches when I think of you;
neither my lover, nor girlfriend, nor wife,
just a good friend, exceptional and true.
I’d never set eyes on you once in my life.
If there’s a God, I’m sure we’ll meet someday;
those mischievous eyes will sparkle and dance.
We’ll laugh, cry, sing and talk the night away.
We’ll not be distracted by circumstance;
Life is too short, but we struggle along.
There must be a reason we’re stranded here
Bob Dylan could likely say it in song.
The boat of dreams drifts though I steer.
It’s as though Fate’s strong inclination
Brings us at last to the same destination,
