A few words on a screen
Your name in the sent box
My heart skips a beat
Eyes cannot retreat.

Although they’re just words
They are sacred, so kind.
Typed by your hands,
The thoughts from your mind.

A window into your soul
I need to read them, once more
Read between the lines.
Quell the urge to be sure.

For finally all of my waiting’s come good
Of love in your heart these words say
You are sorry you haven’t been sooner in touch
How to tell you those words make my day!

© Emily Page