+fate+
To know that you've found a love that's true?
Is it that they're the only ones
Who care on the days of being blue?
The on you can speak your heart to
And they cling to every word?
The on of which you tell everything
And never feel absurd?
Is that my one true love?
Do we fit like a glove?
Or is that the making of a close friend?
Of whom's love for me shall never end?
But never be love in that way
I suppose I really have no say
What shall be, shall be.
There's no way to change or foresee.
My love is in the hands of fate.
