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