1245HRS APRIL 17TH 2007

Too late to say

I'm sorry,

Too late to say

I love you.

Too late to restage

the play,

the game of love was over

in that playground

of yesterday.

Too much emotion

too much pride

the game is over

and I've have lost

yet again.

Now in sad reflection

as the fool escaped

his paradise

and cried.

I'll hold my peace forever

when you wear

your bridal grown.

Like a deaf mute

in a silent scream.

Hope when you kiss your prince,

you don't find a frog.

The game is over,

and I have lost.

Can you still say

you love me?