Net Love Poem by Bing Hua

I can stop writing
But I can't stop thinking of you
I can stop surfing the Internet
But I can't cut out the sadness of longing
Watching each other on the screen
Becomes a daily view
You dangle before me
But I can't touch your fickleness

Coming on and off
Each time you tug at my mood Cheerfulness or cheerlessness
All is measured by what you posted
How I wish to become the mouse in your hand
So I know which way your heart goes

V2:

Net Love

Rose Lu

Edited By Richard Tornello

I can stop writing.
I can stop surfing the Internet.

Watching each other on the screen
I can't cut out the sadness of longing.
I can't stop thinking of you,
You, with our daily view
untouchable, ethereal, before me.

I can't stop thinking of you.
Signing on signing off,
Each time you tug at my mood.
All is measured by what you posted

I wish I was netted,
the mouse in your hand.
Then I'd know surely know the way of your heart.



BY Rose Lu(Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy