It's to late,
it's already gone.
It up and left,
But is it wrong?
That depends on who you ask.
But you have to wonder, is it happening to fast?

To short? To quick?
To fast? To slow?
I hate to ask,
but I have to know.

Will it last? 
Will it end?
Will you leave,
and become only being a friend?

This will not happen.
We'll never be apart.
For it is to late.
You've stolen my heart.