When Did I Fall In Love

There he goes, my congressman!
 Starting his day hurrying right to a fight!
 There he goes, Sir Galahad,
 Galloping off, riding his white Willie's knight.
 Out of the house ten seconds and I miss him.
 I miss him more with each goodbye.
 Out of the house ten seconds and I miss him
 and no one's more astonished than I.
 I never once pretended that I loved him.
 When did it start, this change of heart?
 When did I fall in love?
 What night? Which day?
 When did I first begin to feel this way?
 How could the moment pass,
 unfelt, ignored?
 Where was the blinding flash?
 Where was the crashing chord?
 When did I fall in love?
 I can't recall. Not that it matters at all.
 It doesn't matter when, or why, or how,
 as long as I love him now!
 When did respect first become affection?
 When did affection suddenly soar?
 What a strange and beautiful touch,
 that I love him so much,
 when I didn't before.
 When did I fall in love?
 Which night? Which day?
 When did I first begin to feel this way?
 How could the moment pass,
 unfelt, ignored?
 Where was the blinding flash?
 Where was the crashing chord?
 When did I fall in love?
 I can't recall. Not that it matters at all.
 I'm where I want to be, his love, his wife,
 until the end of my life!