It is so strange we havent met!
I broke the ice some years back,
and i havent seen your face physically,
nor have i seen your bright eyes.
I have heard your voice,
a couple of times over the phone.
I still havent had the honour of holding your hand,
nor smell your aura.
I havent had the chance to physically see your smile,
even though i’ve heard you smile
and gazed at your smiling still pictures.
Dear stranger, it’s true we havent met,
I feel like I’ve known you all my life.
How that is possible still eludes my crude mind.
I know seeing you in my dreams should suffice,
I know I should be contented with that.
And under normal circumstances, I usually am.
This however is unusual, the urge persists.
I dont know if this is mutual,
I just have to tell you how I feel.
Why and how we’ve not met is beyond me,
and about time we did.
I hope I’ll get to gaze at your soul through your eyes soon,
Just as I hope to eventually understand what makes you tick.
Soon I hope stranger, soon.