Who are you?
This Stranger before me.
Who draws my gaze
With your endless grace
How can you haunt?
The dreams of my days,
Exciting illusions
With every new thought.
Why do you take?
Every breath I would breathe,
Without saying a word
Without being with me.
Where will you go?
When I'm yet to lose sight
Of the person I long for
Of you whom I seek
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
Who are you?
This Stranger before me.
Who draws my gaze
With your endless grace
How can you haunt?
The dreams of my days,
Exciting illusions
With every new thought.
Why do you take?
Every breath I would breathe,
Without saying a word
Without being with me.
Where will you go?
When I'm yet to lose sight
Of the person I long for
Of you whom I seek
Written By: M.G. Stankovich