I've been on a rollercoaster of emotions.
Halting at different stop sign but in the wrong junction.
Searching to meet the biblically described perfection.
But my tale remained unchanged.
Virtual meet-ups was my Nazareth
Nothing good ever emanates from that place.
But a random "hello" was the beginning of our tale
A tale I tell with an uncommon glow on my face.
Love strikes at a ball (Romeo and Juliet, Cinderella and the prince)
But I met perfection in her own world
NAURAC was the mistletoe, where the spark was born.
A day I ever remember, cos that virtual world was our ball.
Words can't fully describe.
She is beautifully carved like the angel that greets the sun and personifies it's shine.
Full of wits and treachery like the biblical morning star.
I call her my devile but she is an angel in disguise.
I grew to love her like in fairly tales.
Her voice and laughs more soothing that David's strings.
She is plus one today and I can't describe the joy I feel.
Happy Birthday to you KECH, you mean the world to me.
