His hair.
His face.
His warm embrace.
Why does the feel of him feel so familiar?

One touch of a hand,
One kiss from his lips,
And I know I have been this way before.

Did we meet before the world was?
Is he simply like someone I've known?
Or is he the shadow of someone who is yet to come?

Did we meet before the world was?
Did we love each other then?
And will we love each other once again?

© 1998 Sandra Richards.

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