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Lady Arial suddenly sauntered
across my pc screen,
And with her sweet prose, bid
me hello,
So enticing, though virtually
unseen;
Yet, there, in shapely lines
so pleasing to the eye,
She whispered without speaking,
Seeking only to elicit a soon
reply.
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Unable to Escape her obvious
textuality, I froze,
And scanned her feminine lines
once again,
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
render,
Words so tender she could not
help but be pleased.
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While Scrolling
my thoughts, I knew from the start,
That her
beautiful words were so inviting,
I could
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
And all
I've known of love--then clicked to Send.
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As my e-letter
made it's way through the www.net
I wondered
who would hear "You've got mail"
And if
she would respond or simply forget;
Yet, the
very next day, I found her message stating
The loves
of her life and yearnings of her soul
And that
for my response, she would be waiting.
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In this
new world of e-relating, I now understand
That the
flurry of notes we sent each other
Were another
way for us to hold a needed hand;
So it is
no wonder that our hearts have found a home
And that
the love we share finds you sitting
Here beside
me as I read for you this poem.
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