Alas,

Through the gentle haze

Of the computer screen that separates

I see thy perfect face.

 

The quaft hair,

Of fiery orange,

Perfectly perched

Atop thine head.

 

Thy face framed

By a fallen few,

Bringing to light

The freckles speckling thy cheeks.

 

Thine musicianship shineth

Through the monitor

As thy singeth of love

In a melancholy tone.

 

Visions of the Tenerife Sea

Filleth my heart,

Turning me around the room

With thy voice and guitar.

 

My heart knows not

The seven years that divide,

Nor the pond of doubt

That sweeps through my unrequited love.

 

My mind is reminded,

Yet again,

Of the fault

In all of our stars.

 

The end

Of the music

Bringeth me

Back to reality.

 

Refusal to accept

Thou grim reality

Begins another

Perfect series of lyrics.

 

Thine quaft hair

And gently battered guitar

Return to me

For just another song.

 

As I’m falling back

Into the gentle sway

Of the melodic,

Impossible love.