Mystery Woman

Here am again walking down the park Strangely thinking that am going to meet you again You might be the only being in this universe Who I would run up and down for-just for happiness It’s not about being happy to see you It is how much I miss you being by my side each day You might be a stranger to my heart but you mean a lot to me Words might be meaningless for now but my heart yawns for you The way my heart melts in presence of your love Now that’s something I can’t pretend-even if I wanted to And the last time you left sayings words I didn’t forget Which were exactly perfection no imperfections I have been short of love that I have forgotten How a woman touches the soul of the weak in love You spotted my weakness within seconds-amazing it was And I got the secret behind your beautiful smiles We only saw each other for less than two hours Leaving each other with not more than names and feelings Though the touches were real, vivid and worth remembering Now I stand here waiting for her; mystery woman Masterz. Poetry-by Brandy Sewe