Where are you my beautiful stranger,
Let us love and flirt with cautious danger.
When into view you suddenly appear,
My heart it races with you so near.

Slowly, gracefully you pass me by,
You look so happy and slightly shy.
You give me a warm and friendly wave,
Making my emotions your eager slave.

Since first I saw your lovely face,
Your flowing hair and feminine grace,
You teased my searching, inquiring mind,
Were you available or am I just blind?

On days when you're missing and out of sight,
I'm feeling low and not quite right.
This feeling permeates me to the core,
Common sense and sanity I have no more.

I search the streets and parks in vain,
To see a glimpse of you again.
This ache I have is hard to endure,
Without a loving, tender cure.

And so at night as I retire,
I search the flames of the dying fire.
To see a face come into view,
Tantalisingly, resembling the beautiful you.

Written & (c) John McKay Withey