It begun like a mornings dream,
just a seconds view
a momentary gleam.
But oh!! stranger,on the strange route
unknown pedestrian,unnamed course
thy beauty was what stupefied me ,
held my breath,had me flutter with rapture,turned me thy pursuit.
Beaut,like my best ode,yet to be written,to be play.
like looking at a sky with two moons,your eyes,
like the unspent Sunday,
you were as beauteous,one may say,
like the magic held in the unknown joy of
an unsauntered path.
The strangers path & its unknown way.