We haven’t been introduced,
but it feels like
I’ve known you forever.
When I long to see you,
we always meet.
You appear beside me
like a wonderful surprise.
And when you’re not around,
you are always in my thoughts.
Familiar stranger,
are you real,
or are you the fruit
of my imagination?
Will you ever say my name,
or will you disappear
with the winter?
Sometimes, love feels
fragile and precious
like a child’s smile.