About this lad...

I must tell you about this lad
He came from a far-away land...
Not in an armour, shining and bright
Nor on a horse, glistening white.
He did not sweep me off my feet
Or tell endless tales of his glorious feats.
He did not even try to charm and delight
He just kept the conversation light.
And when we parted on a merry note
He handed me a glass rose.

We typed more than we talked
Texted and texted whole night long...
For in the rush of the day
We were busy, happy and gay.
Present elsewhere, but always in thought
Each, the other's company, sought.
And though in distance, we were far apart
They were his words, that touched my heart.
He has travelled far and wide
And yet, in his roots, he seeks a bride.

Each so different from the other
Must've been intriguing, rather.
His voice- tender, behold!
Comes straight from his heart- pure gold.
Never the one to say- 'No'
I think he's a good sport!
His adventures, I find exciting
Bungee jumping, biking and hiking...
I'm a dreamer and he's a doer
In him, I may have found a partner...