Not knowing you will be
As gentle and empty
As every day I've wasted already.
I will not dream of you
I won't wonder after you
Nothing will draw me to your eyes.
But on the day we finally meet
Though I won't suddenly feel complete
I think it will be something like familiar.

Getting to know you will be
A pallid journey to see
The inner lives we plan to share.
Like stagnant water pooling over
Like fields of only clover
We'll note each other only tepidly. 
And on the day I think it's love
Though no trumpets scream above
I think it will be something like familiar.

Loving you will be
Though I'd try to say "happy"
An ultimately useless use of time.
We'll be better off than separately
At least we'll say that constantly
Every morning and night we have to share.
And on the day it all turns sour
Though I know not day or hour
I think it will be something like familiar.

Hating you will be
The most you've ever felt for me
And the day I realize that I'll laugh for hours.
Screaming and silence around
As the most energy to abound
Between us for all our time together.
And when it all collapses
In rage but not in gaspses 
I think it will finally be new.

And love was never there to remain
But I'll feel burning in my veins
The only fire I'll know my whole life.