A bumpy road still travels,
Like a ball of yarn unravels,
To snake across our hearts,
From wherever we lie apart,
Like a kitten I toss it in the air,
And think of words to say I care,
While miles away you think the same,
And wonder, too, at our game,
There are rocks and holes and ice,
The sexy, naughty and nice -
Mr Grumpy, Mrs Sweet,
Yet still we long to meet...
So I call across the foggy glen,
And scrawl a note in pen,
Just for a twinkle of reply,
Your voice to say a little "hi,"
I skip a step or two -
When there at the crossroads,
Is you.
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