A book of Love Poems |
That Beautiful Stranger Over There Walking home with wind blow Knocking on my front door And my hair begins to soar My worries are no more So I steepened my pace and I go slow Turning the corner free And down pours the cold of rain My feet slip into pain But my mind remains sane I am still happy to be me At the city that my eyes stare So I begin to sing a song A tune that does me no wrong But then my eyes stop and stare long For there is a stranger over there Eyes burning For they do not wish to close I dare do not wish to purposely impose My blood rushes from my head to my toes And my heart is yearning My mouth has dried For I have no gut to speak for me I have no heart to beat freely I have no mind to attend my thinking It is almost as suddenly as if my soul has died My hazy vision Disappears from me As the beautiful stranger walks accordingly Away from our future as I pictured it to be And my heart explodes into a fission The lost of such beauty I cannot bear The beautifulness of it all Dissipates as my heart crawls A beauty so thick at my spirit it begins to fall My deepest condolences to that beautiful stranger over there |