Love Poem: To a Stranger Passing stranger! you do not know I have somewhere surely You grew up with me, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you |
Love Poem: To a Stranger Passing stranger! you do not know I have somewhere surely You grew up with me, You give me the pleasure of your eyes, I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you |