Electronic Cupid

The cold and certain fog of loneliness, Leaving me sordid, in hollow unrest. I found my pining to be most dreadful. Though I churned the oleo, still grateful. “Dear Breeze!” I gasped, “where hither my angel!?!” ‘The highway my son, send her an e-mail.’ “Electronic Cupid?” “Are you quite sure!?!” ‘One last letter, one last song, one last chord.’ Gather my gumption and gather my grace, I’ll send her questions. What a pretty face. At last, I hit "Send", my taut heart holding, Then I sat in the shadows, waiting… waiting... And from behind the curtains a white dove, Gave me the chance to have the life I love. Inspired by the Member Contest: "The Best day of your life!" sponsored by Gareth James