Although you are a friend of mine,
and letters we exchange.
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my heart,
unusual and unique;
We share thoughts and special dreams,
and still, for you I seek.
I picture who I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us,
for someone we cannot see.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe e-mail a debt.
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact,
that we have never met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Distance breeds dreams, and dreams are the stuff life is made of, so dream and when you do meet, then you will live your dreams or dream new ones and life goes on - keep writing. good read