His eyes a molten hazel,

His gaze a storm in my insides

His lips sweet wine

His caress warm sunshine

His hair all salt and pepper

What chance do I have not to be ripped apart

Every time I set my eyes upon him

What chance do I have

To run my fingers through his hair

What chance do I have of moving on

Every time he walks away with her

I love and I love

What chance do I have that my heart can contain it

All that love that won’t stem

All that love that pours out

And yet I cannot say

Because I lost you before I had you

What chance do I have

That I’ll ever be me..that I’ll ever find me again