How is it that you can gaze
Into a stranger’s eyes,
Yet feel completely at home?

How can it be that you can talk
For just a few hours and feel
As though you’ve been
Friends for a thousand years?

How can the smallest,
Gentlest kiss
Feel like you’ve
Just made love
For the very first time?

How could it be
That there’s but
One person on earth
Who can make
You feel this way?

And how, dear Lord,
Is it even possible,
That it can all
Disappear in an instant?