a date that changes

I used to write poems with paper and pencil,  
My letters made fancy by penmanship and stencil.  
But now is the day of emails and text,  
Leaving my mind feeling numb and perplexed.
 
Short stories I tried, and maybe one day a book  
but when I sit down to write, I only get gobbledygook.  
Rhyme, limerick and prose; some poetic words will I do -  
to show what I feel, is not false, but is true.
 
Move with the times, no longer pen pals,  
electronic mail is shared betwixt the guys and the gals.  
Not delivered by post, no waiting for mail,  
Immediate delivery, not the speed of a snail.
 
The look on her face, when I gave her the flowers,
Her smile lit up bright, like they had super powers.
'Twas a marvelous night, and she left me in bliss
When she wished me goodnight with a wonderful kiss.
 
We've gone to a movie, we've even had dinner,
I do hope the gallery will be a big winner.
It's Vivid in Sydney, with lightshows to see
Atop of the gallery, in Circular Quay.
 
We'll go see the art, the paintings, and light show,  
And share some good wine, perhaps a Pinot.
We can dance to the music of a live band
A delightful evening will be, it's sure to be grand
 
I've written good morning, I've written good night,
How I am feeling, I sit down to write.
Each morning I wake, just thinking of you,
Smitten am I? Why that's definitely true.
 
I can't wait for Friday, it's taking forever,
And writing this poem, is quite the endeavor.
I know I've been blessed, I'm no longer blue,
and I find my heart racing, when thinking of you.