Stranger

Not much, that i've seen of you.
A lot, much more i've always dreamt about you.
I don't know why i care of this stranger in my life.
Friends, best friends or love,i can't define.

I feel good being around her,
the way she looks,
the way she smiles,
the way she talks,
All i could remember
I could explain the slightest details of her
When she wakes up or her favourite color
I can tell you her accent and her tone
her attitude , all of her pros and cons
Her presence makes me feel complete
A moment i wish, would always repeat.
She's the one for my nine out of ten,
The one stranger on whom i could totally depend.