FISH FOR A MATE IN CYBERSPACE
EXPECTATIONS OF PERFECTION
NEVER SEEN THE OTHER’S FACE
NOT KNOWING ANY AFFLICATION
THE DAY WE DECIDE TO MEET
DESPERATELY HOPE WE ARE MATCHED
THAT WE LAND UPON OUR FEET
BE PERMANENTLY ATTACHED
WE ARE TOSSED BACK IN THELAKE
TO SWIM SLOWLY AGAINST THE TIDE
SEEKING AGAIN AN INVITE TO TAKE
A CHANCE ON LOVE’S CRAZY RIDE