And yet..

I don't know you

I don't know the colour of your eyes, hair or skin
Will it be the same as mine?

I don't know how the words will shape your lips
Will it be sweet and gentle or cold and harsh?

I don't know how your skin will feel against mine
Will it burn me and leave me wanting?

I don't know how it will feel to be in your arms
Will it feel like coming home?

I don't know anything
And yet I'm already craving.