Dear Stranger
You awoke the pain in my heart
Before I was a poet, now you've made me into a lover
Your intoxicating glances are making poetry
This poem isn't mine; this poem is yours
I simply wrote that which you caused me to write.
For all the shadows here, when and where was everything lost?
The company of friends rose to leave; loneliness moved in.
What happened? Perhaps you dropped some curtain
And in a little while we'll be separated
How will I search for you? I'll lose the road.
You haven't even told me your name
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