it was not by accident that you meet someone
whom you do not really know
and you keep on thinking, how come?
when this is the first time, how come does this feeling
says that you have met this sweet someone somewhere
but you just can't exactly remember where and when, and then
a smile is given and you respond with the same sweet smile.
and then, now, you remember.
your heart gives a name and then you smile again
this is love and always it is sweeter the second time around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem