he first read hear words, then he saw her through the screen
her voice he imagins, the sound of an angel that sings
her eyes that capture, like the temptations of the material
her lips so smooth as if created for the touch
he waits all day to hear her speak, in his mind he hears her voice
but every night he sees her words, her words like eyes, they pull you in as though your caught
her first words she spoke had grabbed me, and still has never let go
she hugs me on the screen, i feel the warmth
her kiss may only be written but i feel her lips
this beuty, this maiden, this angel who speaks, i wish i could hold you
i'll never let go