The very tinkling of her typing keys
Reminds me of the days we were apart
When I was still uncertain we would start
To love each other; when I still would freeze
With fear that I would somehow her displease
And she would just log off. My aching heart
Could not then have endured that sudden smart
Although it could stand worse pains by degrees.
But though I am reminded of those days
I find that I no longer fear their pain;
I know that I am hers, she mine always
To my heart's solace and my joyful gain.
So as she sets the keyboard all ablaze
I sit and listen while my old fears wane.
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