Classic Poem

VERSE 1 SHE :

Straight from the heart department, dear,
I bring you a sweeping statement:
You seem to be the mate meant for me.
Why in the name of common sense
Were all of my young dreams wasted?
Never in one your face did I see.
If this is all a big surprise to you,
Me too!

REFRAIN

Why must love be such a random thing?
Unpredictable as early spring.
Why no choir praising the joy I was to find?
And why am I the one to be overwhelmed, undermined?
Where's that heart I thought could feel no pain?
Where's that detour sign in Lover's Lane?
Why no warning until the bells began to ring and sing?
Why must love be such a random thing?

VERSE 2 HE :

Dear, in the lovely dream parade
That marched by my pillow nightly
You were not even slightly in view.
There's been a great mistake, I fear.
I felt it when first you came in,
Someone would put a claim in for you.
A fugitive from someone else's dream,
You seem!

REPEAT REFRAIN