Stranger Poem by Francis Julian Zewu

O stranger my blesser,
In you I have taken love,
That no one shall have my heart
Torn into pieces
Pieces so high
That I have to sigh
For no any master planner to have
It put together again.

O stranger my bosom lover,
The very first time our eyes caught,
The burning desire of passion
Sharp pain I felt within
Sharp pain of ecstasy I touched
And embraced with bello.

O stranger my eternal flame,
Because of you
I have found a soul to live on,
A wing to fly on
And a heart that beats with passion.
My source of light
Brightening my darkest world you are,
I shall leap with gladness
I shall kiss the heavens
Because a stranger I have found
Fond of thinking of.

O stranger,
All I desire to do
Is to watch stranger
Wear her fresh pines of pure fragrance from France
Stay awake to watch
Stranger while she sleeps
Sleeps with beauty.

O stranger, O stranger,
No one must you trust;
No one can you trust.
Yet stranger must trust someone.
Mm...
O stranger, O stranger...