Beatiful Stranger

Let me tell you about a BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

Let me tell you about a Beautiful Stranger...

It's been a while now since I've seen him inside the church but his face still lingers in my mind. Back then, I see him once a week.  Sometimes, twice.  Sometimes, never.  

Most of the time he was seated in front of me.  Other times, pews apart. Once, he was besides me. He said nothing.  I said nothing.  But he can tell.  I know.  He can tell that to me he is beautiful.  He can tell by the way he glances back at me every time his eyes meet mine, and I glance shy away from him.

I reach for you and found my heart…

I reach for you and found my heart…

There's this someone, a Beautiful Stranger.  He's one that my heart would really love to know. ❤