I sit alone thinking

About this person I have barely just met

Intrigued by her words

Trapped in her net

I've had a glimpse into her life

Yet never gazed deep into her eyes

I have sensed the warmth of her smile

I know, I smiled at the same time

Her beautiful voice and laughter

Electronic whispers from afar

I have touched and been touched by her

Without ever holding her in my arms

Eyes closed - fantasy wide open

I've drawn a picture in my mind

The mere beginning of a portrait

Of which the colors are still undefined

Who is this person I have barely just met

Who is this person I've not really met –

YET

C.M.P ‘11’