Separated by distance and this mass of metal and wire, if I said it made me love you less or lose desire, my dear, it would make me a liar.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, it also makes my love grow stronger. While I desire to touch your face, it wasn't looks that I fell for in the first place.
Your heart, your truth, your time, all entered me like a dream sublime and washed away all the decay from this twisted soul of mine.
Across time and space to my PC I race, always fearing I'll lose my endearing traits that make me hope and slightly cope with the pain
Of being apart.
You do understand my love, we're helpless victims of Cyberlove
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 07-09-99).]