On Line Love

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    On Line Love

    Met you on line, you were so fine
    like a bottle of wine
    the one that just fit my kind
    said hmm, as my blood pumps through my veins
    and makes my heart

    thumps, thumps, thumps

    Rushes home to meet you on line
    you were waiting for me there, and it made
    me feel, oh so fine

    Neglected my friends to chat with you on line
    as you made my heart  intertwines
    with yours, as if we were one of a kind
    and it seems that i have known you all my life
    by just chatting with you here,
    on this thing they call, the internet line

    As you wows me with feelings of
    sweet harmony, you were asking me to
    marry you, so I
    can fulfill this dream of mine , that is to
    meet someone as handsome, charming
    and oh so loving, as you seems to be
    on this thing they call, the internet line,
    for you indeed, were definitely my kind.

    With your good looks, your charms
    and eyes that were so dreamy and daring
    I quickly agreed to make you mine,
    as I wanted to taste the wine
    as it looks, oh so, so, fine

    After a month or two, this internet love
    of mine begins to crumble, and i realized
    that you were not only mine, that you
    have also played this sweet game
    with so many others on this thing,
    they call meeting the one on
    the internet line

    As this internet love of mine dissipated
    i realized that this internet love of mine
    was not really what he portrayed himself
    to me on this thing they call chatting
    on 
    the internet line

    Though my heart still yearns for this internet
    love of mine, as he was  oh, so fine, but
    I have learned that not everything
    that looks fine as wine, will taste as good, as
    the old bottle of wine

    laughs.
    JB

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Laila’s Poems (20)

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