Stranger Poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel

Stranger


There is a stranger on my mind
I wonder what’s his kind
Would like to be a bee
And able to sting his curiosity

Telling myself this is vain
As can only bring some pain
Maybe he isn’t at all for me
But after all he might be

Thoughts turning confused
As my requests getting refused
Feel like not giving up
Good sense says to stop

Whole of mine in turmoil
His picture black as coal
Why am I so fascinated
This situation how it got created

There is a stranger on my mind
Go on wondering what’s his kind
Should tell myself its hopeless
But no way I couldn’t care less

Would really like to be a love bee
And sting him until he surrenders to me



(Switzerland)