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Until That Day💌
Was it London, Paris or Rome?
Strangers who’s stars had crossed and yet
Better than that, on the Internet
Where we met in each other’s home!
The first real-time meeting one day!
Will I be shy (I'm not!), will he?
Shall I betray a quaking she
Who lives a life with feet of clay?
I giggle at those words I say
That I just now have written.
He knows how much I like to chat,
I’m worse though when I’m smitten!
Oh how he loves my chirpy voice,
Unless he calls when I’m asleep.
I just adore to make him laugh;
Because I am the silly half!
The moment of our very first,
A dizzy face-to-face romance,
Will one day be at hand-to-hand,
Which sounds just like a combat stance!
I'll get to see his hands before
He reaches out and touches more
With fingers that speak love to me
As we shake uncontrollably.
And then his mouth begins to twitch
To hear it start to say to me
In boyish tones that make me itch,
"Hi Jadey...", he says valiantly.
Our feet will mash potatoes as
We blush and carry on which has
Our little dance as we connect
The anticipated effect.
From ‘puter screens of quiet light
Into a mounting hope between.
Our fervent thoughts, a jubilee
Of celebrating hearts in flight!
The walk from bus to motorcar
To reach and hold each other tight
From cyber places we have been
Like where we’re almost always in.
For everything of love we did
And still turn into timid kids.
You mean tongue-tied? I couldn’t say.
Cause we won’t know until that day.
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