I saw you pixelated,
you were as rose and soft white
and do not fret of your shape
for you cast a comely shadow
your voice like sweet music
sets me at ease

though you may not see this
you might even feel dismay
you may see this as only my conjecture

know this

know that I miss you
and that I ache for your ocean blue eyes
and your soft countenance
like moonglow through an open summer window
your voice refreshing as a green flowing spring forest floor
your presence is a gentle brook
composing symphonies in a quiet,
lonely shelter of trees

you make me dream in the day
and sleepless in the night