Dear Stranger

August 22, 2010
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Your presence grabs me by the throat.
I can not breathe.
Your gaze is like a magnet to mine.
I can not look away.
Your touch is like a fire that spreads to my cheek and heats it like coals.
When you smile I fight the urge to match the beautiful sight.
My thoughts are not free of your name, my dreams are not free of your face.
Who are you dear stranger?
And am I free to surrender my heart?

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