The Stranger
The Stranger to me,
is a strang mystery to my heart.
They hold a key
to a secret chamber door
to my lone heart.
The Stranger is new
and they're afraid to unlock
the secret door of emotions
that lead to my loving heart.
The Stranger is afraid to see my love break away.
Afraid to see my love gallop away and find some other stranger,
in the heavy meadows and flower gardens,
in this dark and lonesome universe.
Don't be afraid,
Come, you are no stranger to me.
Go on, and find the secret chamber door
that leads to my glorious heart.
Unlock it with the golden key.
Once you open the door to my heart,
You will no more be a stranger to me.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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