Ten Villanelles- Third

3 Love on my tongue the words now at the tip Second thoughts and doubts kept me quiet Chance never waits, away time does slip Memories and dreams make the heart skip A dead dream dominates my day and night Love on my tongue the words now at the tip I start to enter in a final plea but bite my lip Holding some gratitude, and also some spite Chance never waits, and away time does slip It has been a long quest and a very sad trip Depression comes through erasing the light Love on my tongue the words now at the tip Something inside continues to tear and to rip Telling me that this just can't possibly be right Chance never waits, and away time does slip Seeing no future, how can one begin to equip Not knowing for what, or for whom, to now fight Love on my tongue the words now at the tip Chance never waits, and away time does slip