The Perfect Stranger

I’ve given my heart to a perfect stranger, a stranger I’ve known all my life.
In the still of the night I’ve heard her voice, I’ve seen her face,
In my dreams I’ve spoken to her and felt her skin on mine.
Strange how fast love grows, how fast it flourishes,
Strange how we are governed by our hearts,
How logic and all sense are overruled by its’ desires,
How uncontrollably, hopelessly I’ve gravitated toward you,
Endlessly falling into the thought of you,
Lost in the fantasy of waking in your presence and you in mine,
Lost in a world where your heart is mine to own, to cherish, to safeguard.
Tell me God, has pure happiness past me by?
Is the puzzle which is my life meant to be incomplete?
I know love isn’t perfect but I am able to love her perfectly,
I know love is not easy but I can love her easily.
Is there love without restraint? Unselfish, without blemish and stain?
Or does love equal war, deception and pain?
I’ve always known you, I’ve always dreamt of you, always wished for you, always desired you.
My love is forever open to you,
For it knows no faults, no bounds, no doubts in you,
As will these arms always be ready to hold you and protect you.
But until then my Love, my Angel, my Stranger,
I’ll be waiting every night, hoping to see you again,
To meet you on that cloud with the heart engraved swing entwined with golden leaves.


Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay