I.

It happened in the afternoon.
The July sun, the summer wind--
Excitement, even though I knew
You'd been waiting ever since
Sometime four years ago
Two children sat together in a room.
Time like a river steadily flowed
And then two children grew up; but you

Stood still in a moving crowd
Tried to speak up without making a sound
Wanted to reach out and take her hand
But with the crowd she was walking ahead

You whispered to her
But she never heard you
You wanted to hold her
But she never let you
And you wondered why you'd spent so long calling out
To a girl who would never turn around

But that July afternoon
It all happened
And the play of our lives
Unfolded

And now it's July again
A year ago, in July, we'd spent
Three hours in the noon wondering how far we'd go
Together, wondering how fast time would flow

A year ago, in July,
You were standing still in the crowd
Now I'm beside you
And we're moving on.


II.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players
A thousand plays unfold on this stage, but not all are thus remembered
The forgotten ones are of love and trust and betrayal and lust
But they are unknown to all of us because
No one watches the stories we tell
No one cares for our stories until
We find the one made to listen to us
To us, to us, and no one else
That's the one who will watch your play
Your life, the one who'll stand up and say
I love you and I know just what your act
Needs; we'll make your play a duet.

He will be your audience
Your only listener
He will be your partner
The only other actor
In your play, on the stage where all are but shadows.

III.

"The course of true love never did run true...
Or, if there was a sympathy in choice,
War, death, and sickness did lay siege to it
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream."

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste
And therefore it Love said to be a child
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled."