I asked for your hand in marriage,
and you immediately turned me down.
Perhaps because you didn't know me,
and we lived in different towns.
At first you were a computer screen,
but now you are my goal.
I've gone to college to clean up my act,
and all this to win your soul.
I realize this is a fantasy,
that you'll always just be a friend.
It's always nice to reach for dreams,
and pray they turn out good in the end.
We've made each other laugh and cry,
and felt each other's pain.
We've sat up talking late at night
you've helped me see my shame.
There will always be that distance there,
between your body and mine.
But just the same, we've invaded each other,
by heart, and emotion, and mind.
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