To A STRANGER

Passing stranger!
Don’t you know how longingly I look upon you?
You must be he I was seeking,
(It comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recalled as we flit by each other
Affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
You were an adorable boy playful with me,
I ate with you and slept with you,
And giggled over silly sweet nothings.
Your body has become not yours only
Nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass,
You take of my bosom, hands, in return,
I will not walk up to you and speak,
I will not take your share of pleasure
I will let you do that, while I enchant you.
I think of you when I sit alone for hours together
Or wake up in the middle of the lonely night,
Longing for you.
I will wait;

I do not doubt I will meet you again,
I will just see to it that I do not lose you.
If not now……perhaps in the next birth….