My emailbox is empty now

Empty

My emailbox is empty now
Since you don't write as often.
My heart is filled with sadness
Since we let the love light soften.

Exciting months went by so swiftly
We confided our secrets willingly.
The precious moments we shared helped us escape
From reality that was causing our hearts to break.

If fate should ever turn life back our way
And our hearts are connected in that special way
The moments we spent loving online together
Will nurture the start of the rest of forever.

My imagination is running on empty now,
I have no more loving inspiration from you.
Your passion and devotion kept me occupied
Writing poetry from my heart for you.

My well of unfulfilled ardor is running dry.
I don't think I could find another special guy
Who made me feel so safe, loved and good
And respected me like any man should.

I wish you had knocked on my door with the truth
When we were experiencing our short-lived youth
But that abundant energy source is empty now
And maturity fills it with one solemn vow.

I'll always be here should you ever need me.
In whatever capacity you desire
I know if I need you that you will still heed me.
Absence can't distinguish love's fire.

These heartfelt words are not empty.
They are filled with mournful regret,
That we hadn't even an opportunity
To know love's tender caresses yet.

Thank you for making me feel beautiful.
Thank you for making me feel desired.
You opened the gate to enlightenment.
You broke down the walls of fear in my heart.