A Stranger
No man has loved a stranger so,
As my have friends adored me.
Through time that passed us by so slow,
They showed but love toward me.
Yet when I weep they see me cheer,
They do not feel me rotting,
They haven't seen my darkest sphere,
They are no good at spotting.
Remaining only seen by me,
I'm my reflection dating.
I'd like to fly somewhere and see,
If she's indeed there waiting.
But I can't grow a pair of wings,
I'm forced to be awaiting,
For you to tow our pair of wings,
So we can stop abating.
Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2016
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