I say to you....
You are my friend,
Despite the fact....
That in the end,
We have not....
And may never meet,
But every night....
On the net we speak,
We tell each other....
Of our lives,
What happens as....
Each day goes by,
We let each know....
That we do care,
And when in need....
We seem to be there,
We spend our nights....
Chatting away,
We may email each other....
During the day,
And when all is said....
We do advise,
On what we think....
May help in our lives,
Although I Think....
It strange how we met,
I think our friendship....
Will grow more yet,
These feelings I have....
Developing for you,
Although strange....
They are also true,
I know all this....
It may sound strange,
And I sincerely hope....
That you feel the same,
I also hope that what....
We have found never ends,
And that we are always....
The best of friends.
Poem By Mick Puttock. © 1999
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