Dear friend, or would you call it haste
If I address you thus as yet?
For while I know we have not met,
I feel as though I know your face-
Though not from memory of a place
For that would I surely not forget.
Still, 'stranger' seems an epithet
For you ill-fitting and misplaced
I watched you with interest when you came
Deciding then I did intend
My hand in friendship to extend
And ask, if you should do the same
If I, for mine, might learn a name
By which to call you, if not 'friend'
Great poem! Happens so often. I like that part about extending your hand in friendship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem about finding a kindred spirit. Well written & I gave it a well deserved 10. Thanks for sharing your gift of expression with us. Spiritsong