Where are you, my stranger?
My heart is yearning, a passion burning, my body deserving;
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you, our love story way overdue.

Where are you, my stranger?
I'm sitting here on this park bench, all alone, it's 11:00 p.m. I wonder why I start to cry, this loneliness is starting to amplify.

Where are you, my stranger?
Not just anyone will do; it needs to be the beautiful person that was made for me and me for you. And the moment we find each other and our eyes meet, no longer will our souls be incomplete.

Where are you, my stranger?
Our quantum entanglement will never break, never let go. It doesn't matter the distance, our destiny scorched in time and stone.

Where are you, my stranger?
I'm yearning, deserving, burning for your touch on my skin
and your words in my ear.
I've waited patiently; is the search even near?

Wherever you are, my stranger?
I feel your search for me.
I can barely take your angst for us, knowing you're working diligently.
I'll be waiting with a force of conviction, coupled with assent.
It will be a perfect passion, a long overdue, trenchant event!