TOO SOON TO KNOW (FOX-TROT) It’s still too soon, It’s not as if we’d kissed and kindled, Or chased the moon Through midnight’s hush, as dancing dwindled Into quiet dawns, Over secret lawns . . . Too soon to know If all that breathless conversation A sigh ago Was more than casual flirtation Doomed to drift away Into misty gray . . . How can we tell, What can we see? Love works its spells in hiding, Quite past our own deciding . . . So who’s to say If joyful love is just beginning, Or if its day Just turned to night, as Earth went spinning? Darling, maybe so— It’s TOO SOON TO KNOW.
