In her culture I was "un etranger"And though between us few words were spoken,Surprisingly, I fell in love with herAnd the silence between us was broken.Our looks of longing and fascinationWhich 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 blewAnd, with promises to write, we partedAs 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.