You were a stranger when we met
and yet it's like I knew you.
The eyes familiar to mine own,
the smile nothing new.
Unimaginable that when you spoke
I'd heard that voice before.
How could this be happening?
It's like a walked through a forgotten door.
Such is the feeling of deja vu
that springs forth a memory.
Now as I think back on that day
I wonder if you recognized me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem