A STRANGER (ORIGINAL POEM)

Who was that man - a stranger?
For me he represents a danger ...
You know him very, very well,
made - up stories just do not tell ...
I thought you were on my side,
you love him, do not need to hide ...
So here our short story ends,
no, we cannot even be friends ...
I was imagining - a true love is alive,
go with him in his wealthy ''hive'' ...
When you are estranged, do not call,
yes, I know, you always rise, then you fall ...