MY HANDSOME STRANGER OF THE NIGHT

Slow loves call in the night,
for in dreams I see him,
when first he entered my room,
a lover's soft embrace,

but then when dreams broke,
I wake with a sad feeling,
needing that warmth
of his gentle touch,

I yearn for slumber,
reality drags me down,
but never did I see you again,
my handsome stranger of the night.