Who you are to me feels distant tonight.
I do not recognise your words, your voice, or your smell. Who are you tonight? I wonder where this side of you has been hiding. I wonder what parts of you I am yet to meet.
For the first time since the moment I met you, you have become a mystery to me. One that I am not as eager to unravel.
I wonder if you are who you seem to be. Or if your charm has had me blinded for the duration of our blooming love.