A kiss denied,
And a flame strangly kindled,
With just a dream to ride,
With both tragidy and love intermigled,
It's the kind of thing we can smile at.

I call,
You text,
Our chances fall,
But we still don't know what's next.
Its Love up to bat.

What will saturday bring?
A silver lining or a cloud?
Will I cry or sing?
Will you be quite or will you be loud?
What is it love has under her mysterious hat?