A chance.
If only I had the chance
I would have cooked you dinner
I would've planted you a garden full of flowers it would make you want to stay there meditating all day long
I would've learnt how to play the Cello
because I don't want you to hear anything but the majestic tunes of a Cello.
I would wake you up every morning to the heavenly music of Dhafer Youssef to let you know how I feel about you;
I swear he will move your soul just like you make mine sway.
If I had the chance
I would become a better person for you.
I promise I will try to learn how to stop speaking airport.
I would be the wave that carries you home,
Tuck you in,
Kiss your forehead, and never let you go.
But I'll never have the chance, I never had it with you.
So here I am, settling with writing you love letters you'll never read.
Confessing my longing for you in front of everyone,
But never to you...
Never to you.
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