	"LOVE OUT OF SIGHT"



Far across the distance of kilometers,

our love forms out of the vague form of the mist.

Our passion can be measured by thermometers,

Through e-mail we can but discover the gist.



We cannot see, but we can feel,

through the words that we do send.

Our senses often go a-reel,

All the old rules we do rashly bend.



It is as it was in the days of old,

when two people would write many letters.

And then their love would become bold,

and overwhelm even their betters.



In many ways, this love is far, far stronger,

there is no obscuring it with physical pleasures.

It can only last a great deal longer,

the mental satisfaction is a great treasure.



