James Walter Orr
Right Love, Wrong Time
You come to me because you say you need me.
I come because I cannot stay away.
You weep with me because our love was thwarted.
I weep with you because you cannot stay.
You say with me you can escape reality.
For me what's real is I die more each day.
Our thoughts are deep and life has so much meaning:
A life of pain that grows more so each day.
Sometimes we laugh because it seems so crazy.
Sometimes we cry because we know it's true.
The time was right, the place was wrong, but darling,
There'll never be another, only you.
Our dreams of love were pure as mountain water.
God, how we had to fight to keep them so.
Each night we pass, and dreaming while we slumber,
Of something just too sweet to let it go.
When in our dreams we touch, and touching, knowing -
Our love is one that never can fulfill
The promise that was forged from instant longing,
The moment that our eyes met, deep and still.
We have to find some way to cool our passion.
We have to find some way to stay apart.
We'll never find a way to disentangle
Our melding to a single soul and heart.
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