I love a stranger
I love what I don’t know.
I love a stranger,
since a long time ago.
My stranger is a caring man
with a heart made of gold.
My stranger lives in my mind,
his character is controlled.
My stranger never talks to me,
this I can’t allow.
My stranger’s words are silent,
he only smiles and takes a bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That would be the ideal man...but does he exist, or do you want him to exist?