The Stranger Poem by Nikia Chesney

A man stands in the distance,
who he is? .. I guess I'll never know;
I want to give my heart to him,
but he can only say no.

I say to him,
'My darling, I am honest, loving, pationate,
and I have a heart of gold;
I can be yours if you let me...'

He says to me,
'What would I want with honesty, love,
or hearts of gold?
I want only a women who is thin, and pretty.'

Then I said,
'My darling, do not search for beauty,
for youth and beauty fades away;
Like the rose that blooms in the morning,
and in the evening dies away.'


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