Oh! My beautiful stranger who sent me her picture today.
We tell each other our problems, there’s nothing we don’t say.
We both had love’s that broke our hearts, and stilled the songs within.
And both of us just wonder, just where do we begin.
Sometimes The Heart Sees
What Is Invisible To The Eye.
Will some one come along, and heal our wounded pride.
Or will we have to hide the hurt, way down deep inside.
She and I are strangers, who met upon the net.
But I feel so close to her, I feel like we have met.
I stretch my hand out to her, to comfort her lonely heart.
And in her sorrow she’s helped me, get a brand new start.
She to me may never be more that just a friend.
I hope that it’s a friendship that will never see an end.
Let’s just suppose... because no one really knows.
Whose lips may touch upon this beautiful Rose?
Oh! My beautiful stranger who sent me her picture today.
