Scoring The goal

I know I’ll miss 100 % of the shots I don’t take

But if I shoot and miss, to reality I must awake

I’m not afraid of missing my first shot at romance

I’m afraid you won’t give me a second chance

If I knew one day I would score, to be with you

Then missing a few shots isn’t so bad from that view

For missing isn’t what brings fear to my thoughts

I could miss on one thousand shots

It’s the thought of never scoring that goal

And my utter most lack of control

Because you’re the goalie, the best of your kind

And well I won’t score unless you make up your mind

Your GAA is a perfect zero thus far in life

No man able to put a ring on your finger, no mans wife

For scoring a date is not my desire

For you I want in old life to retire

I’m a future thinker in the sense of the word

And 33% of me is a romantic nerd

So I’ll practice my shot, and conspire where to aim

This one shot could change your name

I pray hard that I would only need to aim once

Letting me score as your response

It may be on the 5th or 6th shot that I final score

I’ll camp out waiting for a pass on the back door

Who knows maybe my goal your dad will assist

And he’ll let me jump the waiting list

To be a sniper is what I desire

To shoot top corner faster then fire

So when I skate to the slot

And wind up for my snip shot

I hope your eyes and reflexes are perfectly ready

And your catching glove is perfectly steady

So that if I score on one of my shots

I know that’s your giving me a chance within your thoughts

And blessed be the day

When you say yes and we go on our way