When

When you look at me,
what do you see?
A lonely angel there?
Trying to find
though no one will mind
a love, but do you care?

When I look at you,
what do I do?
Do I clutch at my heart?
Do I think of
the game of love
I’m not quite willing to start?

When they look at us,
if we’re together will they fuss?
Why can’t they just see?
If it weren’t to be right,
oh why do they fight,
if it wasn’t meant to be?

When we are together,
will this mortal world still hold our tether?
And our spirits fly free?
Will our souls become one
as we fly towards the sun
to wherever our heaven may be?