I see so little of you as late
I wish I could help but hate
The silence grown between us.

Naught but smiles; our first date

I thought that it must be fate
Then icy cold spread between us.

I thought it may be best to wait,

Thought it best to let this pass straight
By us.

But it did stay, and I did pray

For it to pass us by
But I moved too late,
It must be fate
For there to be nothing at all between us.