My date of birth in rhyme with yours, in rhythm with yours:
My life is written long ago,
Before my birth.
I only watch how suddenly,
Against my will
My words betray me and my hands must steal
Your date of birth in rhyme with mine, in rhythm with mine:
You listen to my eyes,
You hear ahead of time.
And nobody before was ready to receive
The signals of my blood,
Not even seeing me.
You made me write my half to your half in the rhyme:
Now I forget which line was yours
And which was mine.