Stranger

In a distant place, I saw a face, To me she was a stranger.
The look of grace, Upon her face, Astounding was this stranger.
We exchanged a glance, A faint smile by chance, I was drawn towards this stranger.
We discussed our lives, Our laughs sounded like cries, No longer did she feel a stranger.
But then perchance, I caught a glance, A ring on the finger of the stranger.
Oh you’re married, In haste I’d been carried, We can’t continue this dear stranger.
She said wait, How about one date, I regret but that couldn’t make me feel stranger.
You look mighty fine, You can’t though be mine, and so must you return to being a stranger.