This poem was written on my way back from a first meeting with a beautiful woman (I had answered an ad that I had found on the net). We talked on the phone for several weeks before our meeting. In those few weeks I had fallen in love with this beautiful woman - her thoughtfulness and kindness - and the voice of an angel. With the talks and the e-mails, I felt her feelings were the same.

We met on an April evening in her hometown. When I first saw her, I felt that I had never known such beauty and joy. We spent two wonderful days together, and I fell even deeper in love with her. Things were beautiful; but the whole time I felt there was something wrong on her part, and I couldn't put my finger on it. I may never know...