ItsRainingInIreland2

Recycled Old Romance As I went out walking one life long ago, my journey led me to love somebody so. I woke up, lives later, to meet you again... but now as a stranger with the face of a friend. I just cannot place what is known in my heart. Sweet memories shared...how did we depart? The sun in your hair, I have seen once before... perhaps as we strolled down Ontario's shore? Or was it in Venice? or Asia? or France? Where, under the stars, we shared our first dance? Mountains and oceans and millions of years... heartaches and worries...and countless the tears. Take my hand, stranger, and don't be surprised to find that we both k