by Rachael S.
Our love is torn by miles, not by choice
Soon, soon, my darling, I'll be coming back
While on the phone, I love to hear your voice
It is like the world just gave us a smack
How strange to meet as words flashed on a screen
Yet stranger still when love and even passion
How strange on such a phantom friend to lean
Real love, with all the power to refashion
When we're together times are quite good,
Which makes it very hard to be apart
Maybe our love is just misunderstood,
Which means the more suffering in my heart
The Web has given us this special grace:
That love might break the bonds of time and space.
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