There is this crazy feeling that I might have
known you from beyond the mists of years
There is a deep certainty that I may have
known your laughter, your smiles and tears
I discarded it as flights of fancy
How could it remotely possibly be
There came that niggling feeling I could have
known your touch, held you hands in mine
That little tingle that tells I certainly have
been the lucky one to share your mind
I discounted it as pure romance
Just coincidence -- a happenstance
There was a sense of knowing within
my fingers once walked across your skin
That semblance of remembering, I had
eked lusty sighs, made your head spin
I rejected it as fantasy, unsent
Keeping taunting haunting, no end
