Perfect Strangers

You.

You've got an air about you.

Though our fingers have never intertwined,

Our closeness is just as real.

Time and distance do not decay 

My strong desire for you.

Wholly.

I long for you,

In ways that only our secrets can convey,

In each others love,

We become transparent.

Undeniable. 

The heart has its reason,

That, somehow, reason does not know.

What might become of us?

Do or die, At least once,

Beside you I will lie.

Perfect strangers.

Yet somehow I have fallen deeply, 

into your words.

Needing to know 

How it feels to be yours.

New to me, Old to you,

But what is love, but "how do you do"?

Maybe something, or could be nothing

But as gregarious as any.

How long can this last?

I care not about the length,

But more about the depth.

Such innuendos, I thrive.

So until we see just how our fingers intertwine,

Ill just pretend instead, you can be mine.

And everything will be fine.