My Love Never Wins

Every day, I feel like I missed the whole thing, Trying to untie our red, tangled string. I cannot unsee your eyes filled with bling— A face so gorgeous, like angels flying with wings. Why does it feel like love is sacred? Why does it need to be naked? Why do I need to keep it secret? Why does it haunt me like a spirit? I judged that finding it was basic. I thought I could see it—private or public. I just wanted to feel it in something classic, But I ended up in a moment that was tragic.