Strange woman

A woman strange has pierced my very core,
And stolen keys to heart and soul untold.
Her presence haunts, forevermore,
A vision that I cannot quite withhold.

Afar I am, the parting burns so deep,
Aching for her, a yearning I can't mend.
A frozen glacier where cold secrets sleep,
My lonely days relentlessly extend.

A stranger warm, so desperately desired,
But not for me, a wound that cuts so keen.
How passionately would she be admired,
If fate had granted choices unforeseen.

This bitter truth, a woman not my own,
I struggle hard, but powerless remain.
To live as I have lived, alone,
Until, perhaps, she fades from my domain.

She haunts my dreams, a vision takes its flight,
To golden shores, where soft sands gently gleam.
Or silent stands, accusing in the night,
Or kisses brow, or lips, a waking dream.

These tender dreams, I fear their fragile grace,
So real they feel, so blessedly serene.
A wave of sweetness, filling time and space,
That melts at dawn, leaving a world unseen.

A stranger warm, so desperately desired,
But not for me, a wound that cuts so keen.
How passionately would she be admired,
If fate had granted choices unforeseen.

This bitter truth, a woman not my own,
I struggle hard, but powerless remain.
To live as I have lived, alone,
Until, perhaps, she fades from my domain.

A stranger… closing … Not my very own.
Not my very own.

A stranger warm, so desperately desired,
But not for me, a wound that cuts so keen.
How passionately would she be admired,
If fate had granted choices unforeseen.

This bitter truth, a woman not my own,
I fight against it, body mind and soul.
To live as I have lived, alone,
Our destinies not intertwined as a whole.