Each time I look into your eyes,
I ponder what I see,
For there, deep in the heart of you,
I view my destiny.
‘Tis more a feeling deep and strong,
An intuition dear,
That we have met so long before,
Where passions drew us near.
So much it seems like deja-vue,
Have I been here before?
Deep in your heart, entwined in this,
Yet in the days of yore?
Was I the princess, you the prince,
Of days so long ago?
Was I the maiden fair, whose heart
Her knight did come to know?
Or could it be, sweet Romeo,
And I his Juliet,
A hundred years or more ago,
‘Twas when our hearts first met?
Perhaps it was a battlefield,
And I, your Nightingale ...
Could this be how I gaze into
Your heart I know so well?
What course, this path of destiny,
Unfolds beyond our realm,
To draw our souls together while
Our heartbeats overwhelm.
Does fate reveal our paths in this,
For simply, after all ...
It’s in your eyes, I see reflections;
... Mirrors of our souls.