Coquetry & smiling Relaxing & healing If ain't friendship, Then It's love...
If ain't magic , Then it's chemistry.. Melody throbs And shink out Felicity To thy glumly soul. For thy is too righteous To be true.
You stranger If not a dream Well it's a fantasy For my lashes blink each second To your presence.
You stranger Is it what I see Or maybe the affection got to me? It is he who my heart throbs for, He is the strangest stranger Strangely possessing my heart and medulla oblongata with strange affectionΒ Β & thoughts.
The poem talks about how deep the poet loved her lover