A Love Story It Seems

Somewhere long ago,
How are we to know?
Ten years or so in the making
A love story it seems.

Now wearing older faces,
We have never thought we’d meet here.
You looked at me like you’ve never seen me before.
I looked at you in a familiar glimmer.

I forced not to smile,
While I look into your eyes
Cold hands and sweaty feet
I’m still flustered by you

I failed to remember words
And the words ate me.
But when you glanced back,
And said goodbye that’s when it hit me.

Somewhere long ago,
How are we to know?
If one day this is still yours
I’ll have to (let you) know.