Across the Span of Cyberspace
by
Mark Jones
The cotton is out now.
It's playing in the fields.
The strawberries are hiding,
In containers tightly sealed.
The weather is still warm here,
I know up there it's cold.
I wish that you were here right now,
to cuddle and to hold.
There's a warm fuzzy blanket
right beside my chair.
I want to hold you close, love
and stroke your silky hair.
Once I get you in my arms
I'll whisper in your ear,
"I love you very much, hon.
To me your always near."
We met, out in the great big span
of darkened cypberspace.
And now I have to tell you dear,
"No one can take your place."
My heart you have won over,
to do with as you please.
"Please, my love, take care of it,
I'm handing you the keys."
The heart you have in your control
is one that has been broken,
but with a lot of love and care
it can be fully opened.
Once opened, there is lots of love
Of that there is no question.
Just how you open it babe,
is at your full discretion.
So take these keys and use a lot
of tender love and care.
Open my broken heart dear,
take that love, if you dare.
I love you dear,
with all my soul and heart.
And now that we're together,
I know we'll never part.
So thank the folks who made for us,
this thing called cyberspace.
'Cause if it weren't for it,
I'd've never known your smiling face.
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