I see you standing at the edge of the woods. Your face I have seen many times before , but this time your watching me, it doesn't scare me it excites me. I pretend I don't see you watching me as I walk to the swing that sits under the big tree in my yard. Its such a sunny beautiful day with a chill in the air.
I open my journal to write down my thoughts and day to day stuff that has happened, things that mean something to me. As I try to write I glance your way and see a smile on your face that tells me you might be interested in what im writing about.
Its hard for me to really focus on my writing because all I can think about is the smile on your beautiful lips. I wonder how they would feel pressed to mine   . You roll up the sleeves on your shirt and I get a closer look at your arms, I see very strong, powerful arms. Arms of a man not afraid of hard work  You bend down to look at something that has caught your eye. Its a honeysuckle vine.
Slowly you stand with it still in your hand, your body takes my breath away. As you start walking into the woods, inside I am yelling....please don't go....I say nothing. Disappointment fills my heart...when will I see you again...will I see you again..to these questions I have no answers.
Yet in your eyes I see a connection, like we have always known each other.
Can a man be called beautiful  for you are beautiful in every way
The sun is setting, its getting dark but you are still on my mind. I wonder if we will meet in my dreams tonight. I hope so...I need to see you there 
I walk outside one more time and I look over at the swing and there lays a bundle of wild flowers and they are tied with the honeysuckle vine...As I pick them up and hold them close to me taking in their smell, I smile
Oh my beautiful stranger you know me so very well
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