enticing fate to fancy this

if i can't spare a worthless word

and say it straight-faced, tete-a-tete,

i can't pretend, nor faint to fret

that circumstance is so absurd -

in ways we spoke, in ways we met,

where dancing brought entrancing thought

and now it seems as if i sought,

as if your love i'd lied and lured,

but yet i never meant to pry

apart the ifs and hows, the why -

this nest should rest, should not be stirred

yet wait, these words, they must be heard

i cannot help but vow that i

never meant to hope, to try

enticing fate to fancy this,

this life askew with stolen kiss