Dear Stranger Poem by Eduardo M. Oran

Dear Stranger



To speak of you, is like reading from the finest piece of poetry,
To speak of you like so, is forbidden like adultery,
To speak of you is a delicacy,
To speak of you, it's almost impossible keeping celibacy.

The sound of your soft, soothing voice arouses the naked ear,
Your hands lead to a trail of hope and fear,
My pupils instantly get dilated when you are near,
I want to be seen in your blinded mirror.

To speak of you is impossible because it's endlessly,
To actually hear your voice, it is like a sweet melody.

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