A stranger, a mirage, a dream, an image,
An angel a mystery, a beauty or, a desire
An ethereal charm, appearing in the clouds
Streak of rainbow, painting the skies
I hope and pray, my stranger is a dream come true
Hope the sleeping beauty, is resting in comfort,
Pray the lovely angel is dreaming for best,
Wishing the charming angel a lovely night,
The best for her, she is the dearest in sight,
I hope and pray that the stranger is not a dream, but real
She may disappear into the hazy horizon,
I may melt out of her memory as the heat of routine life warms up,
Our ways may part as the woods grow tall and forest deepen,
May forget, ignore, hesitate, and avoid
Yet, will I hope and pray, stranger you are, someone familiar
today… tomorrow… and forever….
With whom there is no shame, no stress, no fear,
With whom there is strength, confidence and disinhibition,
For whom all the six senses become one,
A one sense of love, desire and passion,
A desire so intense that burns every living moment
Will desire for you, my special stranger,
A charm, an angel, warmth, a desire,
One of ethereal beauty, laden with love and intrigue,
Desiring whom is my religion now
Dream come true, a prayer answered, a desire fulfilled, a hope turn real