I haven’t seen your face
Across the seven seas
Yet you have made in my heart a place
I’m drunk in your poetry.

Truth said doesn’t matter your face
If your eyes are black or brown
In your poetry’s grace
I so blissfully drown.

Don’t know if your name is real or pen
Your skin is fair or dark
Knowing your poetry is enough gain
You have made in my heart your mark.

I know this and only this much
You from across the seven seas
Have always let me feel your touch
Made my living days worthy!