The Handsome Stranger
The Handsome Stranger ( in a Emily Dickinson style )
I chanced to meet a stranger once
Who took me by surprise
With Gentleman politeness
and startling hazel eyes.
He chose, not I, to do no harm
To lead me not astray.
He merely added a bit of charm
To an otherwise dull day.
I watch the rose he gave me wilting
While my friend tell tales of ill
They say he’s done to other women.
I tell them to be still.
But yet the tales on my thoughts intrude
To discolor the memory of time given.
I wonder why the side so crude
From he he kept well hidden.
Other damsels met, were disgraced
Received by his actions much abuse.
Yet with me he only showed some grace
To a lonely, young recluse.
Why me? I would have been with ease
A conquest I think to be proud,
But he did no more than gently tease,
Although his desire did speak quite loud.
If I told you the handsome stranger’s name
You would tell me of his illustrious fame,
But with me a for moment he spent some time
Without attempting any crime
But inspiring some rhyme.