The stranger’s hands touch my face,
but can he really take your place?
His fingers running through my hair,
stirring feelings, now I’m scared.

Wondering how I got back here,
the loss of your love, or maybe fear.
Fear I’d never be loved again,
but is there love in a stranger’s hands?

I never thought I’d again visit this place,
or let a stranger’s hands touch my face.
But feelings are stirring, his fingers are in my hair,
I feel pretty now, so I no longer care.

The love you and I had, we couldn’t save,
we tried for years, we were brave.
So how insane it is, I’m here again,
I’m afraid, I feel my body giving in.

I guess I’ve become desperate enough,
to settle for a stranger’s touch.
I know now, right from the start,
It’s only lust, he'll break my heart.

But I can't stop, fingers in my hair,
I feel pretty, I don't care.
Right now, I'm feeling loved again,
Being held by a stranger's hand.

©2007 Janice Jarnagin