The Stranger, a poem written by Patricia Elliot at Spillwords.com

The Stranger

The Stranger

written by: Patricia Elliot

 

I can dream
Of a man who will
hold my heart
In the way it was
Meant to be held
Real and true

I can dream
Of a love so great
That sweeps me
Off my feet
With stars twinkling
in my eyes

I can dream
That you really cared
And didn’t walk away
That you loved me more
Than a stranger
But tis not
Meant to be

I can dream
Of a time
I will be fine
Of a time
When the tears will stop
But as of today
They are a never-ending river

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