Before my Sean Connery styled-like beard I played on the net writing poetry; You came with simple poems that cheered - You skipped about my verse playing simply. We went on loving through our words sincere, Two small poets without the world's suspicion. Through hundreds of poems you became my dear And my spirits soared from our grand union. Then came the day we met for the first time, The Chinese Elm was glad, the crows seemed pleased, The two owls sat still and winked all sublime - We were in love and the moment we seized. When you come to my land you'll see grand sights, Some quite new but the same moon lights the nights.