But your presence
Makes me question my past.
Of chances I did not take,
Of risks I did not dare.
And now,
All I can do is indulge,
In the poetry
Of you.
Cause even if chances
Come my way again,
It is not right to take it.
And even if I dare,
The risk is no longer
As nice as it was once.
And all I can do now,
Is indulge,
In the poetry
Of you.