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August 11, 1997

We're starting to know each other
Before we have actually met,
We're learning to love each other
Before real love has been made.

We're hearing each other's voices
But can't see those saying lips,
We're reading each other's letters -
But can't convert words into deeds!

To take it for granted -
The thing's so unreal?
Or better disrupt it
Before life gets ordeal?

But how my soul
Will be after at ease,
If heart so close to mine
Is not to be released?

I'll better build bridges to
Your inner most world
We'll make the discoveries
Which are richer than gold

I'll better try warming you
From thousands of miles away
Reducing tomorrows
Before there comes our day...


September 4-6,1997

Can thirst for love evolve to real love,
If only once we met and chatted,
If hands of yours have not been touched by mine
And our eyes not yet befriended?

But look! Some signs show more and more
That our souls - without leaving bodies -
Have managed to reveal the core
Of things like those in fantastic stories.

One soul has sensed her sister soul
Before their shells get their chances,
Each started sending call by call
And all of them got hearty answers!

Somehow divinely responded
Have been our innermost thoughts,
One day we to each other wrote
In verses what's not felt in prose...

We don't need to be disguised
In order to seduce or flatter
We'll not have other options tried -
For us they don't exist or matter.

No matter what they say or lie
Of our dreams, intentions, goals...
Anything someone can create or buy
Apart from a pair of loving souls!

Like deity you stepped into my life,
Like shining world therein existing!
I'm giving up without strife -
Your beauty makes me stop resisting!