We've met before, in between the swift breeze while the moon sits on the stoop and watches us hold hands 
Where the tulips blow in the wind we stood somewhere in the grass, embraced 
Inside of a coffeeshop among the dim of light we found eachother in coffee beans-- Aromatic 
Alongside a breath we became something of an exhale, a cloud only seen and untouched
We've met before but you're only as close as the night sky is 
Can't you feel all that could become of us?