Špoeta mors


Perhaps you don't know this and you might never know
that you I admire, with my heart, body and soul.
You're my on-line sister, you're my on-line mate,
but when I go back to this world, you're the only one I don't hate.
A laughter when I see your name, a smile when I click on it,
a tear when I read that poem, that means the world to me.
You create a garden of Eden, right here on this earth,
you make others smile and make live living worth.
So, this poem is to you, dear Jen, for all the bittersweet,
may you find happinness too, the way in your poems you repeat.