There was so much we never did together,
places to go and other lands to try,
so much we could have learned about each other,
so many things to say before goodbye.

Nobody ever knew how much I suffered,
but, using all the strength that I could find,
I always coped. My strategies were successful,
the ache of separation left behind

So many times the same has happened to me,
and every time the anguish will restart,
just as intense. Although it's so familiar,
regret comes like a band around my heart.

Falling in love, each time's a new experience;
the same thing goes for learning how to part.

Does the heart feel most melancholic
  in late autumn in consonance
  with the season's mood as fallen leaves
  strew on the soggy ground?  Remembrance
  awakens and the pangs of  past pain
are felt in love's loss-- the heart can't find a rightful sentence
while dreams and hopes perish never again
to return.  A death sentence?
Bleakness its doleful song sings
should lovers weep in silence?
they drown in suffering though they did no wrong
why then,  the self-blame and penance?
Love is either meant or not to be
destiny waves its whip of defiance
time in its impatience awaits not
and mocks in its indifference.

Knowing you, as I do, in cyber-space,
not in the world that we consider "real,"
I have no way of knowing how I'd feel,
if I should chance to meet you face-to-face.

Looking at you, I wonder would I be
embarrassed, mute, uncertain what to say,
and end up wondering why I'd come this way,
not really sure if this was right for me?

Or would we hit it off right from the start?
Two minds that share their innermost ideas
of poetry and life, their hopes and fears,
like two souls with one single beating heart?

(In case you think by cyber-love I'm smitten,
I'll make it clear - it's fantasy I've written.)

If my words had power

to tell my feelings for you my love

they might seem illogical.

So too the extravagant nightingale

singing to the summer midnight.