How well I remember the day we first met
A click of the mouse on the internet

Wondering, questioning, definitely cynical
Could one find love in a manner so clinical

Unable to see each others faces
Just using words in cyberspaces

( Remember the days of the old fashioned dances
The secretive looks, & the furtive glances
The wooing, the cooing, a bunch red roses
Embarrasing silences, - posturing poses )

Sweet words passed, - histories revealed
Pondering, now, how much was concealed

Trust grew, slowly but, surely – just lots of fun
We spoke of Art, & all the things we had done

Then came the day my heart missed a beat
She wrote & suggested, that we two should meet

We met each other on neutral ground
It was hard to stop, - my mind whirling round

The rest of the story is really quite plain
That’s how I found love, - in a corner of Spain

So now I am here to tell all cynics
Click on the mouse, & you'll all write lyrics