The first time that we met
We were almost strangers – yet
When we smiled and parted
We went our separate ways
In between fate intervened
So that our paths could cross once more
The next time that we met
We were almost good friends – yet
When we kissed and parted
We held each other’s gaze
All the while life’s hidden smile
Knew that we’d reach this distant shore
When we next meet I’ll bet
We’ll be almost lovers – yet
We’ll know that we’ve just started
The story of our days
— Wayne Visser