He is a stranger, she is not,
An sms to call, made her voice familiar,
Soft she speaks not to hurt, even the eardrum,
Sweet laughter, when I blush or blast,
I haven't seen her!!
She knows little nitty gritty of I,
I know her voice well, even when she changes numbers,
Her strong broom wipes all points
She has seen me!!
When I sleep, she wakes,
We don’t share the day pattern, the night pattern either,
Well will I see her? She feels it I guess?
I look back, she zooms my back,
Now hazy, she shakes, "It is long"
Which way? "I hope to see you"
My stranger!!
so stranger is across the seas?? damn me if ja aint in love!!!