Now love is separated,
by time and space,
ever more frequent
two long to embrace.

Things are between them
by the score,
they haven't a clue
as to what's in store.

They vow a love
of the truest form,
blindly driven,
out of the norm.

The thing about love,
and how it's true,
is that it sticks around,
what ever you do.

So yes, love grows
in cyberspace,
without ever seeing 
a loved ones face.

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