One dreary morning
i sought out my beautiful strange
in the rain
soaking wet
i would find him dancing
to the rhythm of the wandering wind
he would forever be mine
my knight in shining armor
and with his kind heart
he would proclaim
his intentions
my beautiful strange
magically fantastic
he would gaze into my eyes
and I, into his
we would hold each other
until the sun set and the stars smile
and upon their sparkling smirks and smiles
we would speak to the mother of our earth of our world of love and love of our world
we clasp hands and fly to our rendezvous in the rainclouds
gazing down on white hills and green lilies
around the world in 24 hours
we skip through sand and snow
my beautiful strange
as he makes me calm and collected yet so tense and nervous that it makes me weak in the knees
because he knows what to say and when to say it
because he is a magical man
my beautiful strange
he speaks everything so understood that noting is said.
MY BEAUTIFUL STRANGE
