Herbert Nehrlich - Your Pseudonym

I was so smitten with you, dear
my heart created countless PVC's
as day and night my educated ear
picked up a buzzing like the music of the bees.

It was the day you sent the mail
it was a celebration of a special kind.
It reached me near the summit of my trail
was dated a mere forty years behind.

So how are kindred spirits really chosen?
Do gods decide on merit, on a whim?
The ground you walk on even though it's frozen
I'll kiss it as your secret pseudonym.

Herbert Nehrlich

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