Beyond modem, mouse, keyboard,
and printed words on my screen,
lie the beating hearts of others,
their faces to remain unseen.

As I gently tap the keys,
to spell out my first hello,
I hesitate ever slightly,
before I send to let it go.

I don't even dare to dream
that I can make new friends on-line.
I try to make good conversation here
because nothing is real defined.

I'm slower to trust than normal,
since stabs from the past still sting.
As I gingerly click my way around,
I wonder if I know what I'm doing.

I'm really a nice person,
and a good friend wanna-be,
and sharing my love of words
has simply become a part of me.

I've found this lovely poetry site,
where I can be both a poet and a friend.
Now wishing I had found it sooner,
I love here the time that I spend.

Friend, I want to ask you now,
friend, have you ever really known,
that your warm and caring heart
could melt the coldest snow?

The truth is very simple, my friend;
You have a wonderful heart,
reaching out still to others
when your own world is dark.

God made you for special reasons;
of that don't you ever forget.
Keep living and loving with abandon;
nothing then will you regret.