Branson

If I had this mouth, if I touched your lips
If I stood in these shoes how could I lose?
If I swam in this pool, if I touched your skin
I lived where your shoulder meets your neck
What did I expect?
If this is a description of things we felt for each other
And ways we made each other feel beautiful, yet second best
I can recount a thousand instances in which we expressed our love
But I just can't accept that it's in the past and that it didn't last
Is this all to easy to concede, or just too hard to believe?