lovely stranger

pray do not ask me what i want, dear sire,
for i could not tell you if i desired.
it seems quite vague, like something distant,
covered up by cloudy greyness.
yet, still i reach out to touch it-
though i cannot feign to see it-
i fear i might not beleive it,
if my heart it finds.
pray do not ask me what i need, dear sire,
for i cannot find it for myself.
it seems so lonely, weak and flimsy,
evaporating when i catch it,
up like smoke out of my grasp.
all these seeds of doubt, late planted
bloom, while hope i took for granted
fades. i've found a way to stand it.
i am far from well!
pray do not look at me so sweet, dear sire,
i don't know what i feel, it's true-
i'm certainly not repelled by you.
i cannot stand to feel like this.
i swell, i crush. i'd like this bliss,
we'll smile, and i'll accept this danger.
i'll call you my lovely stranger.