During the days of an unusual summer,
An evening to be correct.
You and a friend spoke to me,
And for a moment,
Twenty minutes in length,
And then disappeared.
Not much was thought,
Another hello and good-bye,
Not to speak again,
But to be wrong again.
Three suns had passed,
And the mystery of those twenty minutes,
Had returned of another talk,
Of who we are.
And early into this second discussion,
Intrigue of who we are arose,
Being as though we live in the same city,
And things may happen.
The night flew by,
As we talked,
About what is considered necessary,
In such a wonderful manner.
For over an hour,
We seemed to get to know each other,
Enough to inject an idea,
Of meeting each other.
An idea,
In retrospect,
Not taken lightly,
But one to take time in blossoming.
A glorious time spent,
To end with hugz,
And a beautiful phrase,
For now but not forever.
The days went by,
The idea never left,
But the conversations were too casual,
To build on it anymore.
It's a pleasure,
To know when you are on,
I know for sure,
I'm not going to be bored.
And a smile on the screen from you,
Brings a smile to my face,
But my curiosity holds,
To wanting to see the real thing.
Days and nights passed,
Words flashed before our eyes.
We became more accustomed to us,
And the mystery kept growing.
The idea,
Like a candle,
Kept a light flicker,
To let us know that it is still alive.
The talking was a comfort,
A pillow if you will,
Because I think I'm falling,
Falling for something I haven't seen.
And suddenly,
From out of nowhere,
We sort of became good friends,
To the joy of myself.
Step by step,
We grew closer,
And it was only natural,
To take it to the next one.
A call on the phone,
Would be the next best thing,
To hear each others voice,
Would make us grow faster.
But it would have to wait,
Until I returned from a weekend trip,
But I promised to call,
I couldn't wait the whole time.
The weekend had passed,
And I was growing more and more anxious,
As the seconds passed by,
The phone was in my hand.
A promise is a promise,
I'm this far,
I'm not going to back down,
Especially not from you.
Here I am now,
Pushing the buttons,
To attempt a new fate,
Calling out towards you.
The phone rings twice,
The receiver is picked up,
And like the music from an angel,
A hello graces my ear.
It was you,
In all your magnificence,
And like it was meant to be,
Trading our sound over the line.
It was short,
Definitely sweet,
To hear the voice of the one,
Talking to me just with the words.
In that ten minutes,
We both seemed to conceive more of each other,
Than we would have before,
Just from the tone of our voices.
In a matter of days,
It turned from a casual hello,
Into something we can call,
Something special???
An evening to be correct.
You and a friend spoke to me,
And for a moment,
Twenty minutes in length,
And then disappeared.
Not much was thought,
Another hello and good-bye,
Not to speak again,
But to be wrong again.
Three suns had passed,
And the mystery of those twenty minutes,
Had returned of another talk,
Of who we are.
And early into this second discussion,
Intrigue of who we are arose,
Being as though we live in the same city,
And things may happen.
The night flew by,
As we talked,
About what is considered necessary,
In such a wonderful manner.
For over an hour,
We seemed to get to know each other,
Enough to inject an idea,
Of meeting each other.
An idea,
In retrospect,
Not taken lightly,
But one to take time in blossoming.
A glorious time spent,
To end with hugz,
And a beautiful phrase,
For now but not forever.
The days went by,
The idea never left,
But the conversations were too casual,
To build on it anymore.
It's a pleasure,
To know when you are on,
I know for sure,
I'm not going to be bored.
And a smile on the screen from you,
Brings a smile to my face,
But my curiosity holds,
To wanting to see the real thing.
Days and nights passed,
Words flashed before our eyes.
We became more accustomed to us,
And the mystery kept growing.
The idea,
Like a candle,
Kept a light flicker,
To let us know that it is still alive.
The talking was a comfort,
A pillow if you will,
Because I think I'm falling,
Falling for something I haven't seen.
And suddenly,
From out of nowhere,
We sort of became good friends,
To the joy of myself.
Step by step,
We grew closer,
And it was only natural,
To take it to the next one.
A call on the phone,
Would be the next best thing,
To hear each others voice,
Would make us grow faster.
But it would have to wait,
Until I returned from a weekend trip,
But I promised to call,
I couldn't wait the whole time.
The weekend had passed,
And I was growing more and more anxious,
As the seconds passed by,
The phone was in my hand.
A promise is a promise,
I'm this far,
I'm not going to back down,
Especially not from you.
Here I am now,
Pushing the buttons,
To attempt a new fate,
Calling out towards you.
The phone rings twice,
The receiver is picked up,
And like the music from an angel,
A hello graces my ear.
It was you,
In all your magnificence,
And like it was meant to be,
Trading our sound over the line.
It was short,
Definitely sweet,
To hear the voice of the one,
Talking to me just with the words.
In that ten minutes,
We both seemed to conceive more of each other,
Than we would have before,
Just from the tone of our voices.
In a matter of days,
It turned from a casual hello,
Into something we can call,
Something special???
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