A ping I hear amongst tones
A text I see from an unknown
Behind the texts stood a being
In all discussions we were keen
Not delaying we shared our tips
Of who and what we’d like to be
For days it went on weeks and months
None knowing who the other was
Only a pictorial description of what may be
A smile so bright it came in neat
A body well sculpted I felt the heat
In all we did we were discreet
None knowing when the day we’ll meet
A moment will come and all will see
For now only a mystery ‘till that day be
About the Creator
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