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