It’s not your face
It’s strange 
It’s not your eyes, 
Although so wise
It's just this pull I feel
As I start to realize

It’s the poems, the photos the songs that you send
That have me checking and checking my mails
Caught in that magical spin

And as I sit real still
And as I wait for you to appear, my dear, 
I know you’ll surprise me, you never do fail…
I’m so in love with you
Now look
You’ve some mail

OUTRO
I cut and paste
With great haste
As you embed me, for the night
And the sweet hum of the computer
Rings in my ears as I say
Good night

© Kara Johnstad
Album | Naked Thoughts
Artist | Kara Johnstad
Album | Moon in Capricorn
Artist | Kara Johnstad