they talk about a stranger

Whenever someone was talking about you,
I was living the pain of feeling you a stranger,
Feeling the regret that I'll not ever meet you,
Needing to be carried to you by hand, as a kid.

But now I smile when I hear people talking
And I know that all the words about a stranger are,
He who knows you, just weeps of your longing,
Even if he's never lost of you .