Almost Perfect

There was a song once,
An anthem dear
Of love and faith,
And hope, and fear.

It told of myst’ries
Hidden deep within,
‘Twixt heart and soul
And what might have been.

And what could be
And what could not
Time’s dread march
On love was fought.

And in the mind’s eye
Where dreams are made
And a thousand futures’ endings played,
Time stood still for “why” and “when”
Ne’er to be asked of me again.