Greetings From The UK.

And... (midi You'll never walk alone)

Welcome To Sunday..

We have had, a thousand conversations.
Damn this computer, with all it’s reservations.
Explored each other, within the mind.
Enjoyed the magic, that we find.

I know your handwriting, from a card.
Tis a scrawl, but don’t take this as hard.
I know your picture, displayed on this screen.
For you are lovely, and I have seen.

I know a little, more each and every day.
I love what I learn, I really must say.
I dream of a hug, a gentle squeeze.
To hold your hand, now that would please.

We have laughed, insulted, and shed a tear.
Providing support, removing a fear.
But only occasionally, have I heard the tone of your voice.
So beautiful, that within I rejoice.

A voice that must, be described as rich.
Maybe has something, to do with the pitch.
A sound that portrays, a warm velvety red.
This lady invites, Is it time for bed?.

A slow Yankee drawl, with musical tone.
A magical experience, over the phone.
A relaxing sound, with an excited hint.
A sound so fresh, as new grown mint.

A personality, exposing the child within.
To deny a repeat, would be a sin.
For now, the phone will be all right.
But I need to hear, on my pillow at night?

There is only one way to say..

"I Love You"….

But There are Thousands of ways to demonstrate.

Enjoy. Steve. Aka. "The Old Sea Dog. 1999 … ©

An Original Created By "This Steve" for your enjoyment..

Sundays are Significant