Soon Will Always Be To Late

If she arrives soon it will be too late. The one who makes you weep like sparkling rain, happy to be her joy; her pain she will always be further away the more you hurry to draw near. You have been delayed by too many yesterdays. should she ever return, you will have already taken tomorrow as your bride. Unknowingly, she waited until you found another, should she reappear this day she would only be a glance in a shop window. You change your mind and heart seek out, seek in, yet she will always remain beyond the next streetlight in a foreign city, one you now will never visit.