Stranger I call home

I’ve never felt your hand in mine,

Never traced your smile in real time.

But still, you live inside my chest,

The one unknown that feels like rest.

You’re a voice that lights my darkest hours,

A name that blooms like midnight flowers.

We've never touched, but you still stay,

A thousand miles, yet a breath away.

You're the stranger I call home,

The face I’ve dreamed, yet never known.

Through pixels and time zones, you still feel real,

Like a wound I want, like a scar that heals.

I don’t need the world to understand,

I’ve never held you, but I still stand—

Loving you more than I’ve ever shown,

My beautiful stranger... my heart’s own.

You read my thoughts without a glance,

We built forever with no chance.

Of coffee dates or evening skies,

Yet you’re the reason I survive.

You’re laughter through a broken screen,

The warmth inside this distant dream.

Even if we’ve never kissed the rain,

Your name still runs inside my veins.

You're the stranger I call home,

The face I’ve dreamed, yet never known.

Through pixels and time zones, you still feel real,

Like a wound I want, like a scar that heals.

I don’t need the world to understand,

I’ve never held you, but I still stand—

Loving you more than I’ve ever shown,

My beautiful stranger... my heart’s own.

Maybe fate is slow, maybe love takes time,

But if waiting is love, then this pain is mine.

I’ll keep your name like a sacred song,

Even if we never meet — my love lives on.

So if we’re just souls who almost touched,

Know you were more than enough.

A stranger, yes — but never unknown,

You were always... my home.