Strangers

Do you know when your first kiss will happen,

When your standing with your lover for the first

time, in the cool breeze of a winter night?

Can you know then,

that a heartbeat later

the two of you will meet again,

and that night before you part

for the first time your lips will meet?

Can you know,

In the breeze of that winter night

that you will love them?

Will they know,

When they smile shyly back at you that

You want them?

What would the world be if you knew,

standing there in that cool breeze

that this person you just met would

be with you forever,

before you ever even touched?