I would have no idea what to do with it
I would fiddle and play with it
That eventually leads to sorrow
And I would fail to maintain
The love I often wish to give
Because tomorrow is too soon for me
To be trusted of a heart such glee
I'd fail as a lover I know
If I could have her heart tomorrow
As the sun moving a little bit faster
No good result would come out or matter
Because this was never a question of haste
And what is you eventually comes
I just hope when I have her heart truly
It won't be for the next months or much more sooner
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