My first email to someone was, I thought, poetic. It’s followed by a response to her return email, and a improv limmerick

(sent Sept. 16, 2010, 11:47 am.)
How 2 Xplain reading your entire profile
It made my fingers tremble?
It fired my imagination?
It dropped me to my knees in gratitude?
It caused my jaw to first drop, then hurt because I was smiling so broadly?
It made me wonder if our first date could be a picnic on the beach, followed by dancing under (not with) the stars, in the sand?
It made me ask myself: “What do I have to do to be introduced to this fascinating goodness?!?”
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My writing, like my personality, is deep, heart-felt, often humorous if the mood strikes (which it often does), but also sincere and, sometimes, intense.
Art is like that. Creativity is like that. Sincere. Heart-felt. Intense.
Some artists create with metal and stone, using drills, heat and tools to shape and mold their wares.
Some use canvas and brush to create visions of beauty.

My canvas is your computer screen.
A keyboard is my pallet to give words meaning.
And you have been my Muse today,
for which gift I can only say:
Thank you, for thoughts gentle and serene.

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[Postlude: We met, in person, at an apple cider pressing party near her home. We spoke briefly, awkwardly, as I helped with the cider press, the sterilization, the work of making apple cider, and she mingled with the other guests.
I haven’t seen her since.]