You are the world, the one true world, to me,

A constant sun, a pure and steady star.

All other things mean not too much to me;

Men’s battles and their bickerings seem so far.

Yet you are over sea, long miles away,

And I can’t touch you though I want to, much.

Our Facebook chatter is my height of day,

But oh, I cannot kiss, though yearning such.

Sometimes my mind goes blank; a joke I make

To fill the void where arms and lips would be.

Angry at myself for clumsy dumb mistake,

I look to see your eyes, but can not see!

And still, you are so wise, you understand;

You are my World, and I am in your hand.