Some Kind of Wonderful
Your words with no bearer,
A book which I cannot see but love to read,
An invisible shoulder to cry on,
You are some kind of wonderful.
You're a writer of conversations,
Like a sun with no sky,
You run a marathon of written dialogue,
And I chase you with my opinions.
We are some kind of wonderful,
Together in a world of discussions,
The pen only intertwines our lives,
And our dreams connected with the paper.
Our invisible relationship,
One with no need for the physical realm,
Holds pardon the need for a touch or a kiss,
We are some kind of wonderful.
Copy Right 2001