Every night she's *blowing kisses*.
Every night it's her he misses.
Faithfully watching the monitor,
Through verse he gives his life to her.
Hand to the screen touching her soul,
In him, her life has been made whole.
And in each other they have found
Life in love, emotion unbound.
Walking together, sharing dream
Of innocense and eyes agleam.
Touching one another with pen,
They dare to share their love again.
He holds her photo to his chest.
On nights like these, it helps him rest.
She locks his words within her heart,
In lieu the pain of being apart.
Silent comfort to their sorrow,
They wait to share their tomorrow.
The only star on which he wishes -
Every night she's ***blowing kisses***.
Missing you, Femme.
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 09-25-1999).]