When I was a youngster it chased me as a crush…The thrill of the chase gave me quite a rush…To me it was nothing more than fun and games…It never dawned on me that its feelings were not the same…As time went on it seem to follow me around…I even ran into it several times after having moved out of town…I tried to look at it in the same light, as it had looked at me most of my life…But the wandering soul had a heart that was immature…That which chased me I was simply not ready to endure…So like a fool I pushed it away, not realizing I would regret that action someday…There later came others that never compared…On those lonely nights I wondered how it faired…
Did it still think of me? Did it even still care?
To chase it now after how I treated it I wouldn’t dare…It found me again out of the blue and greeted me with such passion I never expected I never knew…This time I refused to push it away, as every fiber of my being begged for it to stay…Now it and I have finally fallen upon the same page…Oh how I am glad that it circled back my way…But I still cant believe how I almost let LOVE get away!
