Half way around the world a handsome stranger sits alone
His face lit up by the soft light of his computer
His young devilish smile warms me
He shares his voice with me
His image reminds me that I am not so young
But his words to me bring me back to my 20s
When he says my name
I am a believer
He is kind and refreshing
Unselfish and raw
His conversation is timely
Sweet dreams…
The scars of greed and rejection hurt less with his “hello”
Uncertainty within is forgotten in the minutes we share
When he calls me “bella”
He reminds me that I have spirit
Unwittingly he mends me…
I Crossed an Ocean... 