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.