I can't remember who wrote,
It was something to ponder,
It really made me wonder.
When I chose my mate
Did I choose my fate?
Knowing he wasn't the fittest
Should've known to regret it?
Do I regret the time we had?
That does make me glad.
Wishing always for more,
It still makes my heart sore.
Can someone control their love?
Where does it come from, up above?
Pierces through your soul
Entwines two to the core.
One gets ripped to soon,
Shooting back up to the moon.
Up to the stars, into the heavens,
Leaving me here in my oblivion.
If I had thought to seek
Similar to me,
It would alleviate the fate
Of making my husband late.
