Le voilà (the link is mine):
Thither and yon through electrons we roam,
exchanging words in the shortest of lines,
you in a land flush with the richest vines
and I in a place that you once called home.
This strained verse is but a miniature tome
painting impressions in vain; all these signs
of the passage of time, kneel at the shrines
of the new; no lost letters on the foam.
A gentle request made; but what to say?
That I purloined a photograph one day?
Nay, a thing as eternal as the sea,
a feeling stronger than the swords of old,
more valuable than the king's store of gold;
the fortune to call someone mon amie.
A moment of sheer blogosphere magic, don't you agree?