The Stranger Poem by Beautiful Lover

A stranger in a day, whom I see everyday, who I know no knowledge of, continues to sit across the room.
I see the stranger, hear the strangers voice but the stranger notices me none.
The guanty body, deep voice, non-casual clothing all bring somewhat attention to me.
My feelings toward this stranger aren't that strong because I don't quite know this stranger except the visualties I see everyday.
This stranger couldn't possibly notice my lookings for the seldom glances I take.
Yet the stranger is not mine but only in my thoughts because I have someone and that someone is no stranger to me.
Thou the stranger will continue to live in its days not knowing of this poem that has been made.