Stranger
A year back from now, I met a stranger right here,
He was strange, as the strangers are, or even more stranger,
There was something strange in him indeed, that mojo, I've never felt before,
He was calm and composed, ruled by naivety.
His thoughts having some preeminent beauty,
His ardouric eyes, filled with seclusion, making me dive deep into,
His that angelic smile, that had me all at once,
And such serenity! For when he sang, even the birds stopped to listen.
He wasn't a dreamboy, but made with such perfection,
So perfect, that even in a room full of art, I'd still stare at him,
I didn't know him, but he knew me all,
He never made an effort, I was drowning in since the moment we met.
Now, after all this time...
He's yet a stranger, but not strange anymore,
Just a thought of him billows in me a whole stream of emotions,
Though something inside me, knows there's nothing guaranteed, but
If I could have anyone in the world, it'd be that stranger, forever.
Good things take time, and all I wish for now is.... Forget me never, stranger.?
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