You did not see that spring;
Nor were you Expecting this plight;
You didn’t fall in love at first sight;
You judged, and contemplated;
You debated day and night.

You waited…
To decide,

Was it the season
Was it the time
What did catch your fancy?

When profane becomes sacred,
When something preoccupies.
When love
Is predominant,
You become mine;
I become Thine.