I do not know you, but I know how you smell.
I know when you touch me , the hair on my skin raises.
We have never met, but I have dreamt of you and your blurred face.
I love the way you stare at me and I long for your something.
I long for you, your kiss, your touch, your heat.
We are strangers, but you know me better than I know myself;
And you don't know it, but you care for me more than anyone else.
Today you are this faint memory of what could be.
But maybe, just maybe tomorrow we will be able to meet somewhere between here and the distant sea.