She’s far away,
What can I say?
To tell her what I’m like.
To speak the words,
She longs to hear,
Is miles to go by bike.
There is much to tell,
But must not over-sell,
My qualities and charm.
That would not do,
For someone cool,
It would probably do more harm.
I’ll make her smile,
At least for a while,
By scribbling a few lines.
For what one sees,
Is what one gets,
She’s bound to read the signs!
But in my heart,
We’re not apart,
I feel we’re growing closer.
For every day,
In every way,
There’s no doubt I know I love her.