Stranger

He yearns to be her Lover I covet the name She calls me I am stranger To her and he is not me for I do not recognize this Man wearing my smile his Eyes are warm my stare is Cold strangers but the same Lonely scent Siamese twins At the soul but me he is not I Long for shadows he prays for Light we battle in the darkness Behind midday’s shining lust he Craves to love her but suicide will Be my companion before I let her Love me or adorn my existence with Her naked ornaments forever to be a Stranger to her dreams that dream to Dream about her doves so instead I Dream stranger dreams so I’d never Have to fall in love she won’t know This man who meets her gaze to forget I breathe to forget I stare she’ll know My name as stranger her would be Prince he loves her but I live in Content to be a Stranger things Have happened…