Chance

If left up to chance, I never would have fallen for you.
If left up to chance, there would be no desire to hold you.
If left up to chance, I would no know your capacity to love.
If left up to chance, there would be no cogitation, but there was.
It was not by chance that we met or spent the times together that we have shared.
It wasn't chance that opened your heart and gave you a reason to care.
It was love; it was passion; it was lust that first aroused your curiosity.
It was kindness, carefulness, and conversation that mesmerized me.
But now time has passed, and although we have gone our separate ways
I never thought for a moment that your heart would so drastically change.
It seems that I never knew you or that you have suddenly become someone else.
Instead of wanting to share some time with me, you would rather be by yourself.
Now everything is left to chance, our meetings and our conversations.
It is all left up to chance, when we will again have relations.
It is all left up to chance, whether we will rekindle the love we shared.
I'm leaving it up to chance, hoping there's a chance that you still care.

Written By: Tonya C. Lewis