Tuesday Is Poem Day! We Met as Strangers on Life's Lonely Way by: Mathilde Blind

We met as strangers on life's lonely way,

And yet it seemed we knew each other well;

There was no end to what thou hadst to say,

Or to the thousand things I found to tell.

My heart, long silent, at thy voice that day

Chimed in my breast like to a silver bell.

How much we spoke, and yet still left untold

Some secret half revealed within our eyes:

Didst thou not love me once in ages old?

Had I not called thee with importunate cries,

And, like a child left sobbing in the cold,

Listened to catch from far thy fond replies?

We met as strangers, and as such we part;

Yet all my life seems leaving me with thine;

Ah, to be clasped once only heart to heart,

If only once to feel that thou wert mine!

These lips are locked, and yet I know thou art

That all in all for which my soul did pine.

~ Mathilde Blind ~