Talking To Strangers

A Poem by Luke Timms

Blossoming hearts and a brand new feeling,
Who ever would know its a heart you're stealing.
Retracting from others yet adding new dangers,
Can all be accomplished by talking to Strangers.

Left over memorys will still clutter my mind,
But we can create our very own, you'll find.
Love as beautiful as a baby in a manger,
Can be created from talking to a Stranger