Rondel
How is it you and I
Are always meeting so?
I see you passing by
Whichever way I go.
I cannot say I know
The spell that draws us nigh.
How is it you and I
Are always meeting so?
Still thoughts to thoughts reply,
And whispers ebb and flow;
I say it with a sigh
But half confessed and low,
How is it you and I
Are always meeting so?
John Cameron Grant.