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In her culture I was "un etranger"
And though between us few words were spoken,
Surprisingly, I fell in love with her
And the silence between us was broken.
Our looks of longing and fascination
Which were e'er so innocent and discreet,
Yet, could not disguise our youthful passion,
Nor the tender sighs that were so sweet.
But, all too soon, the ship's whistle blew
And, with promises to write, we parted
As I was off to explore places anew, Though now love-forlorned and so sad-hearted.
Love travels like the wind with no passport,
E'er greeted warmly by an open heart.
