By Roland E. Williams
As if set on a goal I thought couldn’t happen anymore
Not now, not this lifetime, not that lucky
It must have shot me when I was totally unaware
But, true, it was a clear and accurate one
Piercing right through to the core
Did it not?
As if set on a goal I thought was not mine anymore
In the end, shall I or shall I not be that lucky
(One) I must have been the compatible one
The one you seem too to have been looking for
As I was looking for you and you did come
Did you not?
As if set on a goal I truly hope to consummate
Even though at times I feel much less lucky
Must I eschew loving you when I can think of nothing else
Nothing else can matter and matter it shall not
Except this, a brief moment of luck, a crossing of paths
Will it last or not?
Comparing you as Shakespeare did, to the darling buds
Of May and a fair summer’s day, I shall not, for it is beyond all that
It is plainly beyond any comparison I can think of
How well we fitted in each other’s arms, ahhh, I so long for that
Once more to be together as if hovering above the floor
Did we not?