The Stranger Poem by Contessa Neal

'What is wrong with me, ' I think as I stare at a
beauty from afar. Can you feel it as my eyes pierce
though your soul reavealing yourself to me. The intensity
of my eyes rise as you look up and your eyes meet
mine. For a moment I am blinded by your nature.
Someone please call for help, because you just set
my soul on fire. The burning increases with every
blink of desire. Can this be true? Really am I falling
for a stranger with eyes from the heavons that can
break you apart if you dare to stare. Or is this
a allusion drawing me in with intensified rays
of pure beauty and pain. I'm losing myself but it's
you that gain, slowly but surely I'm going insane.
The tension is building with each moment in
time, a stare so senually it should be a crime.
It only lasted a few moments but i wish
it were more, but the bell rings and the
beauty leaves through the door.