|Lady Arial suddenly sauntered
across my pc screen,
And with her sweet prose, bid
So enticing, though virtually
Yet, there, in shapely lines
so pleasing to the eye,
She whispered without speaking,
Seeking only to elicit a soon
Unable to Escape her obvious
textuality, I froze,
And scanned her feminine lines
Asking why, of all men, t'was
me she chose;
But, never one to question fate,
I reached for my keys
And applied myself to cleverly
Words so tender she could not
help but be pleased.
my thoughts, I knew from the start,
beautiful words were so inviting,
not begin writing unless from the heart.
So I told
her my life's story from beginning to end,
Of my past
sorrows and my hopes for tomorrow
I've known of love--then clicked to Send.
As my e-letter
made it's way through the www.net
who would hear "You've got mail"
she would respond or simply forget;
very next day, I found her message stating
of her life and yearnings of her soul
for my response, she would be waiting.
new world of e-relating, I now understand
flurry of notes we sent each other
way for us to hold a needed hand;
So it is
no wonder that our hearts have found a home
the love we share finds you sitting
me as I read for you this poem.
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