Friday, October 06, 2006

And he's still a stranger...

I feel the fire in his heart each time our eyes meet.
In every smile I feel his kindness rush over me.

And yet he's still a stranger...

I see him almost everyday.
Im greeted with a smile and smooth words
But never long enough
to get a glimpse of what lies within.

So he's still a stranger...

I think of him everyday.
As I rise from my bed
and glance out the window,
just to get one glimpse.
Every evening I sit waiting and anticipating.

But he's still a stranger...

We've exchanged names
We've spoke a few times.
But never long enough to get
a glimpse of what lies within.

And He's still a stranger..

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