'A Stranger Of Love' Poem by robert john bayoneta

I whisper songs of love in the universe,
i write poems of roses in the fields.
Still i can't fathom of what it means,
This empty heart cannot be filled.

Three words are yet strangers to me,
though i say it a thousand times.
I sang it with sweet and tender melody,
but my lips can't utter it's sound.

My head is full of science,
and thought it's just a blood flow.
Till i found Her name in pain and memories,
it's meaning in the midst of my loneliness.