The Roll Books of the Stars

The roll books of the stars are kept In files atom-size, Yet just one glimpse of you or me Would fill up all the skies. I am a mystery to me As you must be to you. How could we hope to understand The mystery of two? So we will feel what we must feel And find some word to fit, Even though we look inside And see that isn't it; And I will think of you no matter What I'm thinking of, Even though I know it's much Too soon to call it love.