The Stranger

A stranger came to my door at eve.

Looking at him made my heart skip a beat.

Even before he entered, I felt he must not leave.

His coming seemed like a long due treat.

Just standing there he gave me dreams to weave.

I would have forgotten to drink and to eat.

The thought of losing him made me grieve.

This meeting was so sweet.

It seemed that he came with a missive.

Gladly and readily I stood there to greet.

Happily and joyously I prepared myself to receive.

The one who would have made me meet,

The one who could have made me achieve

In frost and in heat.

Some happiness, long due, I believe.

I deemed it no less than a feat.

Alas! How could I perceive.

He was a liar and a cheat.

That he was here to fool me, to simply deceive!