I do not know you
Like I'd like to
Beatiful foreigner,
But in my life
Oh how I miss you;
Like a dream
That one has just had
But in a few minutes escapes
From your thoughts,
These feelings
Burn me
Even though
They are only ashes,
Your face
Invades me
Behind the curtains
Of my eyes,
In nights like these,
I think of your ghost
As if it were
The very sheets
That embrace me,
I think about you
Gorgeous stranger,
And it seems so strange to me
That I remember you
Having only
Met you just for a few minutes
Like grains of sand in a desert
But; oh how they linger
In your shoes incidentally...