We Meet – Song

She felt so warm; I tried to understand
Her hand was soft; her voice was soft and sweet
So much of my life now has been unplanned
I sat, but didn’t know that we would meet
So warm a girl was beautiful and nice
I wondered if my hand was warm to her
Her daughter made me smile, not once, but twice
I hoped that my intentions weren’t obscure
She felt like more than poetry to me
We shared our pain, we shared compassion too
The moment wasn’t awkward; we were free
I wish I had some wishes that she knew
Warm Stranger, I would love to know you more
You may be what a second chance is for.

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