Richard W. Reith

STRANGERS

Once there were tender kisses
Morning smiles filled with love
Passion born of togetherness
with dreams fueled from above.

Intimate moments, in this room
as two hearts beat as one.
With each touch, they knew this much:
their love had just begun.

But quietly, softly, time walked in,
and strangers were made of lovers.
All of life hemmed in on them,
indifference slept ‘neath their covers.

Two loving people now pretend
their passion isn’t dulled by pain,
But with each day, through life’s ballet
The emptiness remains.

As long as this world contains them both
Passion will await its chance
And love will strive, still, to revive
two lovers… and love’s dance.