I told my friend Id write a book
But my head was in a spin-
Wasnt sure if I was going out
Or if I had just come in.

He was a man like no other
I found him gentle and true
I was caught in a whirlwind
Not quite sure what I should do.

Engulfed by feelings I tried to sort
I found myself drawn to him more.
But alas he lived far away-
Wish I could see his face at my door.

He was a photo and font on a page
but that didnt stop me from caring
and It only grew bigger and better
the more we kept on sharing.

The distance almost gave safety somehow
but it gave me sadness too.
Id have to e-mail the book in chapters
Until the whole thing was through.

Would we make it to the end?
Would he understand the plot
All I knew was that I must try
And give it all Ive got.

So when he sees the X-large e-mail.
Maybe he'll give it a real long look
Because the story may be about him
When I finally write him that book.

Thank you, for always being there and for also being near.....
Your true friendship, will always shine through the fakes!!!
I do love you, just for being you..my friend!!!!!!!!!

It truly is a lucky man that you write to.

Very good he sure is a lucky man!