Hi Miss Stranger.

How have you been?

I still remember vividly, how it used to be.

You’re of sparkling green, one that emanates from within.

I remember us standing together, at the crossroads, indeed.

But when the lights they changed blue, you left me standing, waiting.

Hey you Miss Stranger.

You’re like the mimosa, amidst the sea of orange;

bashful yet pretty, even within blooming sunflowers’ screen.

I never got to know you, for that is how you can be.

Closing up on me, even with my gentle, fluttering wings.

Hello Miss Stranger.

You’re cold despite the tropical heat,

and when you past, my heart froze to thee.

I reached out to you, hoping my warmth could reach

beneath the cold surface: your beating heart underneath.

Dear Miss Stranger.

I loved you, and still I do.

Do you see, Miss Stranger?

I continue to wait by the crossroad.

The frozen heart

waiting for your kiss to live.

Tell me your name, Miss Stranger.

Call mine too, so our hearts will harmonise with glee.

vodkatree: Mr. Stranger

Hi Mr. Stranger.

You’re like the colour blue, of which I love but never quite knew.

We met by the busy roads leading to nowhere.

You planted a kiss on my forehead and just passed me by.

Hey you Mr. Stranger.

You’re like a butterfly. I hate to deny but you’re so beautiful.

I never get to touch your brilliant fragile wings.

Yet you are always hovering over the cactus by my window.

Hello Mr. Stranger.

You looked just like the many in the cold crowd,

But your hands were warm as they reached out to me.

They were like red mittens, presents come early for Christmas

Dear Mr. Stranger.

I loved you, and still I do.

Do you see, Mr. Stranger?

I continue to wander by the busy roads.

The kiss on my forehead,

stays only as a cold patch in the wind.

Tell me your name, Mr Stranger.

Call mine too, and let’s walk together this time.