that I just cannot tell,
A feeling of warmth and tenderness,
that you feel as well.
I know that you are spoken for,
your kisses seem so real,
That I'm holding you closely,
your heartbeat I can feel.
with each little kiss,
I treasure these moments,
and these I wouldn't miss.
Altho you are so dear to me,
in many special ways,
I count the endless nights alone,
and then I count the days.
sometimes you are so near.
Each time that we speak,
I wish that you were here.
But you are just an online friend,
an angel in disguise.
Someday I hope to see you,
right before my eyes.
in a very special place,
I didn't know your name,
nor could I see your face.
But words came very easily,
as we began to speak.
I must admit, my darling,
my legs are growing weak.
what is your name,
After that we chatted,
and things were never the same.
Pictures were exchanged,
and sayings that are true,
But they mean so much to us,
for only me and you.
Poem written by Alice E. Steimle