Known Stranger

Known Stranger

A Poem by Alexander143
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I don't know you as a person, but your persona, I know through my own

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I know a time when fate will heed my command,-
And led her into my victorious hand!
A long awaited, known stranger, she seems;
The soul whose persona I paint in my dreams.

I know not, of our meeting; the day, the moment,
But that, our crossing paths won't be an accident.
Her beauty, her body, her; I know not about,
But that we'll be one, I believe beyond any doubt.

Day after day. Night after night,
I seek her presence. But, not by sight,
For, faith I hold, that without fail, she'll come to me,-
And that soon, her and I, one, as meant, we'll be.

Her voice, her laugh, her charms,
I hold not, with my heart's arms.
But to my every hurtful heartbeat,-
I feel her's respond; painful, sweet.
The warmth of her gentle grip,
The tender kisses of her lips;
Feels, foreign to my humanity;
Our joint soul's daily activity.

At the movies, on Facebook, at home,
It matters not, where we meet from.
But soon as she breathes in the aura that I do,-
I'll be sure that my dreams have come true.

Her eyes, her hair, her structure,
Faded element of my mental picture.
But the unique beat of her heart; calm,
That, I studied like the back of my palm.

She's not an angel, not a goddess,
She's not even a queen or a princess,
She's just another mortal, human,-
Except, purposed to be my woman.

I will not climb to the peak of a hill,
I'll not shout, nor run nor sit still;
But, in my daily routine, I'll wait,-
For the blissful moment inspired by fate.

And, when she's finally standing in front of me,-
Not a single word, will I speak audibly.
Not once, will I ask her out, ever.
For, in my arms, is where she's to spend forever.

I will walk to her and hold her tightly,-
Till her heart, completes the beats in me.
I'll speak with her mind, soft, smooth,
I'll speak not in words, but in deeds of truth.

But until she fixes her lusty eyes upon mine,-
I'll keep her in my heart; my finish line.
And through everything I say, do, hear or see,-
I know, she's in me, and I in her; a part of me.

Keep Smiling

© 2013 Alexander143


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Added on January 16, 2013
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Alexander143
Alexander143

Lusaka, Lusaka, Zambia



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A Poem by Alexander143