If I’m certain of something, I’m certain of this: a chance at true love is not something to miss.

It’s unquantifiable in every sense of the word; it makes you have feelings and thoughts quite absurd.

Butterflies in your stomach and sweat in your palms, the words you chose deftly are now dropping like bombs.

And then in a second, you're lost in a stare, the way that the sunlight catches her hair.

The shape of her lips as a smile she draws, time standing still, frozen in awe.

So deeply focused, there is nothing but her, you'd stay here forever, of that much you're sure.

But that realization is fading out quick, as now the world pulls its favorite trick.

The hours, like seconds, have flown away, our time is now over, the end of our day.

You lay your last kiss as your heart starts to long; you hold her closer because soon she'll be gone.

Next time you see her, your soul will ignite, but as you head home, you're lost in the night.

You yearn for her touch and the sound of her voice; she'd be here right now if you had a choice.

If I'm certain of something, I'm certain of this: my beautiful love, I always miss.