My stranger-
you inspire me to write,
the way you walk, talk and cry,
invading my mind- day and night,
dreaming about the poised comply.

Let me compare you to a caring bay
fearful, splendid, and tired,
a shy breeze ***** the daring
dancers of May,

Now I must go with a staring heart,
your bright words surounding me
shining through while we're apart.

With dutiful hair, lips and eyes-
filling all that I would say,
my love for you is left-
only in the memories...