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Virtual love
Virtual love/lockdown love has become quite the She asked if she could write to me? Delighted, I said yes, and so began a Friendship, that spanned the internet. No meeting place, no face to face, yet What we had was real, a few shared Words of poetry, a reason to believe.
That someone out there came across, The same cold world as I, not exacrly Empty, more a lack of happy times. Here we had a space to write, to chat About our lives, to hear of all the little Things, ‘it rained quite hard last night’.
Exchanging dreams and notions in A world that never was, passion in The small hours, a very nearly kind Of love. White sheets and feather Pillows, hearts that skip a beat, Would you, could you, think of me, Before you fall asleep?
Tender moments locked in time, though Many miles apart, but skin close every Word we wrote, sincerity at heart. And Still the memory lingers, and still the Words were true, a virtual kind of love,
My love, fond words from me to you.
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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