See you stranger with your eyes that measure, take notes and absorb my reality.
A strange place discovered, call it middle ground or no-mans land.
Funny that where no man treads a woman is safe but unaffected, no woman wants this anonymity, this vacuum.
So onwards into new regions we wander.
Friend, foe, lover or fiend, how do I know where you will end.
See my soul and all it is saying to you; see my boundaries and the key to pass through.
Defended warily we all endear to find the man that we won’t fear.
A love that grows and flows through lives until onwards discoveries shattering most satisfyingly til early love gets wise and dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.