Knowing is the First Step

Slipping into memoirs of long ago.
Wishing love told me where she'd go.
Picking up the phone for a quick dial.
But knowing things is going out of style.

An eye for an eye in the boughs of life.
We aim for something less than strife.
My heart races and my senses tense.
Invoking the power that love prevents.

Don't leave me here wondering why.
Because I'm so worried, I could die.
Explanation can only go very far.
As I sit here wishing upon a star.

And I can't keep feeling this way.
For its eventual end I can only pray.
Why do you do this, I'll never know.
But this is the feeling love will bestow.