Stranger

Why don't you write a happy poem? He said to me.
What he doesn't know is that I've never fallen in love before.
My heart has never known a love like his before.
Stranger to my eyes and touch
But a permanent inhabitant of my mind and soul

Like a mermaid out of place
My body longs for his embrace.

His goodness and kindness towards me
Day after day grant me peace and favor.
All I need is that momentary bliss with him
And to die happily in his arms.