A stranger approaches
With my heart in his hands,
With my fear in his eyes,
And whispers of my dreams on his breath.

I don't know him but I feel him,
I feel his presence in my bones,
His eyes piercing into my soul,
His hands cradling my trust,
His lips soothing my doubt.

My love approaches
With the face of a stranger
But with eyes that see me,
Expose my faults, my truest reflection,
And with a heart that loves it.

I don't know him but I feel him,
I feel his power,
The weight of his control,
And I feel him relinquish it
As he looks upon my unfamiliar face,
The face of a stranger,
With his heart in my hands.