© 1-13-06
She gives me cyber-hugs,
This, my little heaven-flower;
They drive away my doldrums’ thugs;
She shines in her finest hour;
From where she came, I know not,
The Lord alone knows her origin;
I saw what she wrote; what words she’d wrought,
To which my comments were a genuine submission;
Thus, we chatted and shared our writes;
Has a friendship really formed?
We met within this site of sites,
I, for one, my heart is warmed;
Author notes
For a sister in the Lord, whom I met here.
You know who you are... 
Written January 13th, 2006
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It's your fault... 
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awwwww I love it
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Wow! I love ur use of words. this is an awesome poem!
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