Your act, your state of mind

Your concern and the whole nine.

I can't help believe it but I'm hoping it's true.

You love me already but not the kind of love we're used to.

Not the kind of love that fades,

Not the kind of love that hates,

Not the kind of love we're used to.

You felt me before I even met you,

You wiped my tears before I even met you,

You listened to my song, you knew the story of my heart,

My aches and my pains all of this before I even met you.

You knew my name, not that of my given birth but how to call upon me.

My attention, interest and trust you knew it all.

The fantasies that I've once told you, you're making a reality.

A deeper love more intellectual than superficial,

A love that's premeditated, thought of, dreamt of.

A love fantasized about even before I met you.

I know it was you.

I remember when they hurt me

And each time you tasted my tears,

I didn't have a picture simply because

I didn't feel your flesh; it was deeper.

Your soul touched mine and they kissed.

But that was a while ago when they said we'd meet again

And now here we are, in the flesh and we meet

But you loved me, even before I met you.