Beautiful Stranger
I see you with permeable eyes
Constantly and consistently walking
I see through your obscure shell of clothes
And deep within your being
I see through your actions, thoughts and words
I permit them to be done, said, and thought
But lay no importance to them – they are not you
They cannot define you, nor can you define them
I see you driving in your car
Hastening after life
When you don’t realize that life dwells in you
You are life
You are beauty
You are an ideal
You are as you are meant to be
And cannot be any other way
Nor should you
I see you sitting in your cubical
In your office
At your computer
Hunched over the key board straining your eyes
You are not the work you do
Your worth is not tallied by your earnings
And savings
You are indefinably worth more
Your value cannot be determined
I give you all that I have
Beautiful stranger
I give you myself, worth more than my possessions
I give you my love, worth more than myself
Would you do the same, beautiful stranger
Could you give all of yourself to a stranger
Could you give all of your love to me?
If you cannot, that does not detract your worth
If you refuse it does not devalue your being
I look out on the streets
And I see beautiful strangers
Going about there business
Performing their actions
Living and engendering the world around them
I see a multitude of beautiful strangers
Walking down the streets.