Love Is A Stranger
When We’re All Wearing Masks
She looked for love
And a heart that was true
He searched for friendship
And true lover too
But they both kept their hearts hidden away
Neither admitted what they wanted to say
Hurt from the past, they couldn’t let go
Had feelings inside - they were frightened to show
So the day that they met
Neither recognized the signs
Of a transporting love - hidden behind those eyes
So they passed on that day, never to meet
On a cold lonely path, on separate sides of the street
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Amazing! I enjoyed reading this.
Your words flow together beautifully. Very well written.