Too Late

The sun may raise tomorrow
And with it the feel of your lips depart
Sadness may sweep down
And the jagged spikes will kill my heart
A hand may run through your perfect hair
Perhaps it shall be the shadow of mine
Where in that place we may have met
And kindly our souls did intertwine
Stories may tell of a sacred love
And this could be an enchanted spell
That may captivate those who stay
And perhaps I shall be the last who fell
Trapped in this single desire
A need that may need to be fulfilled
And as the moon comes back
Perhaps the air will be stilled
Maybe you shall return
To that place where we may have met
And we could hold each other
And our eyes could set
Maybe there will be a fiery passion
To set all others to shame
And my icy heart
Can perhaps melt in the flame
But maybe a touch that runs so deep
Cannot quite be completed
Maybe it is far too late
Perhaps that part of us is defeated