In Love With A Stranger Poem by Maureen Alikor

In Love With A Stranger



He swept me off;
yes, right from my behind.
His hands were not cold,
yes, they were not cold.

While I sobbed;
he wiped my tears,
in my teary eyes I tried to see,
but my gaze met the cloud.

He sang the songs;
that wriggled my waist.
When I turned to see,
he who played so well,
his behind was what was left.

As they dropped,
from my lips,
the same words he said back to me,
as I ran to catch up;
he flew away from my reach.

Now, my heart aches,
for it abhors the unknown.
I ache to know what he knows,
that I know not yet.

Am facinated by his aura,
yet oblivious of his looks.

Am in love with a stranger.
he was here and there,
he knows me but dares me to.

Am in love with the stranger;
and I wish not to unlove.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 08 July 2014

Sounds great! Pursue him even if late! Date Mate...

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Leah Ayliffe 08 July 2014

Lovely poem. Such an interesting tale. Written very well!

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