Wasting ((A chance with you))

If I could sing you a song, I would.
But we all know music's more than sound.
And I don't have a tempo nor a melody,
just echoes that refract and resound.

I wish that I could dance with you,
warm feet on the cool summer grass.
We could laugh and fall into the clover patch
where I could fall asleep so fast.

But I'm sorry, I can't sing you a song.
And I suppose without music, we cannot dance.
Forgive me for my lack of words,
I just wasted my one chance.

**not to anyone in particular**