The Tenses

In the future, I foresee 

A boy like you won't matter 

But at this moment , I want us to be

And maybe in a couple of years , we'll be a funny banter 

In the past , I recall 

All the opportunities to talk to you that have been wasted

But how could I prognosticate how deep in love I'll fall 

And every night my forsaken heart will sing to you the love ballad 

In the present I admire 

Your beautiful face and ocean filled eyes 

Your shiny hair and euphoric laughter , my passion TBH inspire 

And I cry at the thought of your desmise