Internet dating. Profiles online.
Hoping for answers if people have time.
Checking daily to see what responses are there.
Hoping to find someone to care.
At last a response. I haven’t talked for a while.
Finally someone who can bring me a smile.
A few friendly words from someone I’ve not met
But I’m not your sweetheart, not yet.

Messages back and forth each day.
Never quite knowing what to say.
How long should we chat? Should I ask her to meet?
Am I being to forward? I type, I delete.
But the messages keep coming, to and fro.
The level of intimacy continues to grow.
I hope I say nothing I live to regret,
But I’m not your sweetheart, not yet.

One day we will meet and the emails will end.
The start of a relationship or maybe just friends.
Over cups of coffee and glasses of wine.
We share loving glances, your hand in mine.
Planning meals, nights out and weekends away.
The first person I think of when I wake each day.
The lonely years we can both forget
Then I’ll be your sweetheart