So many strangers on the street ones you never meet or greet
Million faces I don’t recognize but yours I see, candescent, sublime
My heart skips a beat, you’re a song on repeat, taking me high above the concrete
Nothing else I feel but your presence, ecstacy, unaware of of time
What you did to me, I feel complete, no longer discreet
Are you for real? Is this love I feel? It’s like a beautiful rhyme
Beautiful stranger on the street…
I don’t usually write this sort of stuff but I seldom try.