I met a man, a stranger still,
His presence soft, his voice a thrill.
A flower offered, kind and true,
But who he was, I never knew.

His eyes would light with every joke,
A laughter rich, each word he spoke.
With passion deep, he shared his heart,
And quietly, I played my part.

His gaze grew warm, my mind took flight,
Caught in thoughts, both day and night.
But then his touch, a soft caress,
Awoke me from my...