I met of an angel, an angel so lovely with the sweetest smile you could ever see, she told me her love was not for me, but for one who had chemistry.

Oh the wonderment of what a woman is thinking inside, she will pass over true love for a cad who will use her, abuse her, and toss her aside.

Whatever is the attraction that blinds her to the obvious to see, how she would sacrifice her pride in search for that feeling called chemistry?

Be your life with others or with me matters not, or how or where you live, only that love is measured not only by what you receive, but by what you give.

I would gladly sacrifice my arms and my heart if fate were to smile on me, so that you would feel for me that heart felt chemistry.