To a Stranger
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
...
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
. by Walt Whitman
Kristina said "I hope you guys gets some good stuff we aren't very photogenic."We walked out into tall grass on a hot and buggy Thursday night. Kristina in heels and a dress and Anthony held her hand and the sun was setting. it was beautiful. A perk of the job is getting to see things like this often.
Anthony pulled her close and they laughed.
we didn't even have to try.
Anyone can see it when you see the way she looks at him. eyes full of joy and respect.
Kristina thinks Anthony hung the moon.
and Anthony looks back happy, and at home.
it's so obvious that they are in love. They didn't even have to try to be "photogenic" 
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