I've seen you many times in many places-- Theater, bus, train, or on the street; Smiling in spring rain, in winter sleet, Eyes of any hue in myriad faces; Midnight black, all shades of brown your hair, Long, short, bronze or honey-fair. Instantly have I loved, have never spoken; Slowly a truck passed, a light changed, A door closed--all seemingly pre-arranged-- Then you were gone forever, the spell was broken. Ubiquitios only one, we've met before A hundred times, and we'll meet again As many more; in hills or forest glen, On crowded street or lonely, peaceful shore; Somewhere, someday--but how will we ever know True love, how wil we ever know?