How can I fall in love with only words?
Words and pictures, grainy and compressed?
A jaypeg love is truly for the birds.
You'd have to wonder whether I'm repressed.
But love it is, through all the bits and bytes,
For someone who's like no one else I've met:
Tender, charming, bright, king of my nights,
All I've ever dreamed of, on the Net.
And though he's living in a distant place,
I love him as I've loved no one before.
Will I ever get to touch her face,
Hold him in my arms and, perhaps, more?
Ay, me! No matter what, I'm still in love.
Through modems must our e-mailed passions move!
