I Met You In Stockholm
It started with a handshake,
then a hug, and then a smile;
We’d never even met before,
and still I felt it all the while.
I felt the silence breaking
and the wall start coming down,
and soon I’d trade my aching
for a renaissance fair crown.
We walked around til midnight
in an unfamiliar place,
The city streets in Sweden paled
each time I saw your face.
The turns we took would lead us back
eventually, we knew,
but I was blind to Stockholm
for in Stockholm I met you.
The streetlights lit the way
for all our midnight wandering,
though the night was cold and calm
and though each person’s sondering
would normally call out to me,
for stories there to write,
the only thing I cared for then
was your face’s shining light.
I once thought it was pointless
to wish and hope and dream.
I thought the stars had shone their last;
there were no more, it seemed.
I was misled, I know that now,
for brighter stars I see.
Yet the brightest star is mine,
for in Stockholm he met me.
Afghanistan, South Africa,
Kuwait and Mexico,
Romania and Canada,
(and many more, you know)
I’ve been all over everywhere
and done what there’s to do.
But none compare to Stockholm,
for that’s where I met you.
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