THE VERY FIRST LOOK

 

                                                 

The very first look,

Little more than a glance really,

Is almost cursory in nature

Yet seems to be one of recognition

But you are a stranger to me.

So why if that is the case,

When our eyes meet,

Do the hairs stand up?

On the back of my neck

Now my skin is tingling

Like I’m full of electricity

My mouth is dry

And I think I’m actually blushing

I see confusion on your face

Is this the same for you?

Do you feel it too?

Why does a stranger affect me so?

What is this feeling?

What’s happening?

Who are you?

Now you are smiling

You do feel it too

Well, smiling stranger

Is this love at first sight?

Or is it déjà vu