Past Is Present Poem by Ben Bergeth

When I first met you, I saw someone else.
Someone that I have known all my life.
She is lovely.
Capturing eyes.
Ger vibe is as welcoming as her warm hug.
She is full of the Lord.
I can see her heart over-flowing with gentleness.
She is not like the rest.
Set apart.
Yet I have no idea as to why.
She is special I guess.
Unique and perfect in every way.
My eyes refocus onto you.
I am back to the here and now.
That girl in my past is you.
Mirroring the love that has returned.