I loved you late,
You loved me early,
You took off,
As I was just landing.
You were the starter,
I was the dessert of the meal,
Divided by a whole course,
We never got to meet.
I like to think I'm a Bugatti,
The fastest car in the world,
The truth be known,
I'm slow around the bends,
Not one for jumping ahead.
You were the air,
Causing a rustling through my trees,
I was like fire,
Consequences would be dire,
You knew when to take your leave.
You have the face of a stranger,
Or do they you?
Either way,
Sometimes I think it's you.
Supernatural forces,
Echoes of have faith,
God knows how long I've had to wait,
I simply just want to belong to you.
All suitors are compared,
Inevitably,
Failing to live up to you,
Their unknown rival,
Crushing their chances,
Before they've even bloomed.
You seemed to miss me,
I had no clue,
Now all I think about,
Dream about,
Is being with you.