Chat of Hearts

you pop in the right corner of my screen
seeing your ID with joy i scream
never do i know when you would come
thus anchored to my seat, I never move from
never have i noticed the time we would spend
even after chat, the feeling wouldnt end
our mind and thoughts digitally wired & aired
feelings of admiration equally felt & shared
we knew initially only, by our chat names
neither still we address, by our real names
i know you are a sculptor, who etches me with your word
not a single day can pass by, having not heard
all i have known you, is from what you type
deep down tho, our souls are of same type
those words of love, still i hear so sweet
someday i hope that we would meet