You Can Go Fishing for Hearts, but the One You're Looking For is in the Palm of Your Hands

What a tragedy, such a travesty
As a silent visitor gently knocks upon the door
Nestling himself into a quiet corner of the liveliest room
Never boastful or unkind
And unlike many others, no key was required upon entry
Easily overlooked for years
Until the day, without hesitation
The stranger makes a formal introduction
So comfortable, so inviting
How could anyone say no?
How could I ever say no?