I,m glad you sent that mail to me.
It knocked me back into reality...

The last mail that i sent you.
Was difficult to write...

Scorpions are poisonous.
And i,ve been stung by you...

There must be other ways to say.
I love you very much...

You have taken me over completely.
I am not the same anymore...

You are my English rose.
A woman like no other...

You have to be with your husband.
I have to be with my wife...

I have an addiction, an addiction times two.
One is the pen the other is you...

It,s taken a beating, it can,t stand this stress.
It,s really torn up and in a bad mess...

Writing a poem is a means and a way.
To let someone know why you feel this way...

A beautiful woman is walking my way.
With eyes fixed on me,what should i say...

Its not yet illegal, we just chat on the net.
But when we meet up i,ll have no regrets...