Loving Stranger
How can he love me so?
When I'm someone he barely knows?
His soft whispers of caresses,
makes me take leave of my senses.
the way he holds me makes me forever wonder.
Where did I go right?
How did he manage to guide me out of the darkest night I call my life?
How could he possibly know,
that on the inside, I was dying?
How did he know, beyond my cheerful mask,
I was crying?
I'm not perfect, not even remotely near,
but for some reason he stays at my side and wipes away all my tears.
All my life, I've known this could be a danger,
but it's hard not to love my loving stranger.
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