Treasure Island

Vanessa Cabrera

(July 31 1987 / Guinobatan Calapan City Oriental Mindoro, Philippines)

11. Perfect Stranger


No other words can identified this kind of lovin;
Even poet cannot satisfied 'bout this once in a lifetime feeling.
Like reaching the highest sky,
And the echoes of desire are passing by.

I almost forgotten the hopes of being with you.
And hang onto the dreams yet never come true.
To love a perfect stranger like you,
Are only in fairytales came true.

My heart are stay in silences waiting for the moment,
that you'll be aware.This is always i pray
that you will not turn away.

...This secret love to a perfect stranger are once in a lifetime, that change my full circle. And place in this heart of mine forever.

-vanessa-

Submitted: Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Edited: Saturday, March 20, 2010

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