The Text

It started with a simple profile,
He texted her graciously for a while,
Sharing with his words, images of places far away,
simple topics in various countries in which to stay.
Giving her daily visions of written text with such style.

And as he talked typing within the keys,
He gave her a weakness felt in her heart as well as her knees.
A gentleness and such a true acceptance of who she was.
Each day his writing was the most miraculous buzz,
Of written words that flowed from his mind with such ease.

As the days passed quickly in the month of March.
There was little that could barely pull them apart.
For both, he and she, bonded as two friend and lovers
And in their words they were soon to discover,
Nothing can conceive the changes in ways of the heart.

They woke infatuated each day to learn of this new person
And nearer the end of their time her heart began to worsen,
For she knew within reason, he was just a text, written words
Just words for her heart and mind to see as if a diversion
Of the truth of all this was to be in a timely conversion.
She gave of her mind, thoughts, dreams, and wishes.
As if she had opened up the real world and delivered such kisses
Of passion, intimacy, and seduction, which were only wishes.
Living in a one dimensional text world will always have it prices.
Your so caught up in the writings of these words it reduces your heart to ashes.

Places of which people look for love and hope are not found in pages,
Of written words, no touch, no taste, no feeling, outrageous
The senses go mad, because of the denial of sensual urges
That make the body toss and turn dreading uncontrollable loses
Now attached to the man who has written the text lovingly teases.

He has no understanding of the attention he is demanding.
For to give unconditionally a love to a lover,
You have to give real present time to touch, and discover.
That love must be given in all of the senses for both to uncover.
The text is only one of senses, to see and read but restricts the love of another.