i have seen him somewhere, i have not met him yet but i have seen him at some place, in some sort i talk to him so often, i read his letters so often i wait for his calls so anxiously... waiting is never easy i listen to him...he listens to me somehow we connect, somehow we relate and it feels so good and so right we are going to meet soon, for the first time i am tense and panicky but excited i cannot wait waiting is never easy as the time and place draws nearer i can feel my heart racing i can feel the rhythm of my pulse each kilometer draws us nearer each hour, each stop brings us closer each breath respires with a link to our spirit in friendship shared each beat pounds with a bond to our soul in love shared we will look kindly smile to smile we will stare lovingly eyes to eyes we will smile and laugh softly we will hug and kiss tenderly we will talk softly face to face speaking the language of angels we shall stroll in the evenings we shall look at the vast sky we shall see a shooting star and make a wish we shall see a falling star and count our blessings we shall burst with so much to say we shall feel the moment we shall imagine, of what of our union we shall think, of what of our pronounsation we shall feel, of what of our accent we shall dream...we shall wonder... if ever to make one whole voice... if ever it will be one of our worship if ever we will be on of our own kind.. if ever we will make one sweet love...