FaceBook Love

If Facebook love e’er came to me
Would I believe my eyes?
Can love be found in messages
Of typed-out, longing sighs?

Maybe, but how, then, would I know,
E’en through most deep, dear words,
If someone really loved me so,
Or dreamed a world of birds?

Of birds, of trees, of clear blue skies,
Of mountains towering free?
We’ll not have met, I’ll see no eyes
That look, and really see.

And yet, we could have interest
Near close, almost the same,
And I could come to know first best
Was on my lips—your name.

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