Why does it happen?
It happens so often,
I think of something,
Mention it to my lover
And she says that she was thinking that.
And then she will tell me what she was thinking,
And I say that I was thinking that,
Thinking that as well.
It happens so very often,
We laugh at it
But it is so special that we think,
Think the same thoughts
So very often and so very special.
Our thoughts seem to be as one,
As one with each other.
Why does this happen?
Then a thought came to me,
Maybe we were twins,
Twins in a former life.