The room with the number eight
Reminded me of the platform no. eight
A stranger I wonder I met where
Along us four, him I met there
Then for the moment we saw nothing
But then asking if I need anything,
He took my needs as his heed
And I saw promises in his deed
A hand he shared and a heart,
And crafted my mind as if any art;
We found our fate a coincidence
We form in each other a confidence
But Alas! knowing not what thoughts has he,
These fourteen lines are just meant for thee.


© Daffodils