Mailing Love

Its just those words I know
Not even her name
Never seen her face
Nor talks of her fame

The voyage seems so long
Only two people to sail
And the route being found
Writing down E-mail

Not an evening we shared
Never went for a ride
A kiss stands far behind
True love hiding inside

Where could I go?
How should I find?
Her friends act dumb
Pretending to be kind

I’m not a policeman
I’m not a detective
And the clues in my head
Are getting my brains defective

With whom shall I quarrel?
Who shall I blame?
There’s no one I find
Behind that fake beautiful name.

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