Love is like the wind,
While you can’t see it, you can feel when it’s there.
You might not know that it is coming,
But you welcome it’s refreshing air. ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.