It’s true.
Not long ago,
I didn’t know you at all.
Didn’t know you existed.
But since we said our first hello’s,
it seems like we’ve been friends
from way back when.
In a way, it seems so strange,
the way we’ve taken such a liking
to each other, so quickly.
Makes me stop and wonder -
have I met you somewhere before?
Were we lovers in ancient Greece?
Perhaps we were school chums from one hundred years ago.
Our spirits must have met in a former lifetime.
But where? And when?
Haven’t I met you somewhere before?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem