In my mind there was a time
When I thought you would be mine.
Yet time went by, role of the dice,
And what I did did not suffice.
There is no story to be told,
The plot is that well-known of old.
Everyone knows how it goes,
Both in poetry and in prose.
We fell in and out of love,
Time went by, we dropped the glove.
Now we feel lost in time and space
Where everything falls out of place.
Yet if there be the slightest chance –
Recall what brought us to the dance.
In my mind it is high time
That you should again be mine.