Isn’t it lovely
that no matter where we land,
we can both look up and see
the same stars, the same yellow moon
that have illuminated the way
for lovers since time began?

Isn’t it marvelous
that no matter where we sit,
we can both listen
to the same orchestra
playing in some far-off city
a tune written a century ago
in another?

Isn’t it wonderful
that we are connected
in so many ways
across time and distance,
and love is just one?