Hello Stranger

 
She caught my attention,
as I was walking down the street.
I gasped and stopped,
then my heart skipped a beat.
It was she,
the one from my cage,
I was out,
away from those that make me rage.
Today like me,
she was free.

It was unpredictable,
most likely unstoppable.
Call it fate,
I called it our first date.
You see she was not like me and them.
She was of the norm,
a pretty flower on a long stem.
I was a hideous weed,
whose petals were dead.
Yet she looked passed the mends,
and into my head.

As I spouted my words for her,
I thought to myself,
and something occurred.
“I’ve just first met you, but I feel like,
I’ve known you for so long.”
Maybe I do belong,
and maybe my mind is gone!
For she is older and I am young,
If it were something way back then,
I’m positive past my ramblings that id be hung.

Just like when I saw her in the cage with me,
I shook my head and wondered,
What could ever be?
Then my brain thundered,
“You’re a weed and she’s a flower!”
But does that mean I have to go on being a coward?

As time wound down for our meeting,
I found myself panicking!
Time was fleeting!
I nodded and smiled and said,
“I’ll be here awhile.”
Then she stepped,
embraced me and I’m sure I wilted.
I was so happy
that for a second my world tilted.
I saw life from another perspective.

So from me to her, this poem I did give,
Then walked and wrote this,
Because I know if we should meet again,
These words to her would surely last till the end,
So as she reads and the end comes around,
I hope she doesn’t think it’s too profound!
In you,A piece of me, I found.