The Stranger

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There is no love stranger
Than one never met
The seed that was never sown

There is no attachment stranger
Than eyes not yet met
Upon lips not yet touched

There is no yearning stranger
Than arms not yet wrapped
Around my own that takes me back home

There is no affection stranger
Than a connection not yet made
But lingers on and on

There is no missing stranger
Than the residual hollow
That resides on things never known