That you light up my desktop with your Monalisa smile, and look at me from files and windows in which you hide, is no surprise.
When night falls and it is time to sleep, I love to blow a kiss your way, hoping that I have not missed. That wild draft of wily air which fondled your locks, was my gentle kiss goodnight. Whoosh . . . Goodnight.
A good poem, indeed.
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