A heart in a poem

My eyes never saw your face, only the words written.
My hands never touched yours, only the computer screen.
But when my heart was lonely, you offered shelter,
And through your words I believed it would get better.

In times of squandering thoughts and tumultuous feelings,
In the words of a poet I found a reason to keep dreaming.
In difficult times, through hardship and pain,
I somehow believed all this was not in vain.

The words of a poet gently touched my heart,
The way its soul was bared, when mine was not.
Sensibility took to write them, courage to share them,
And miles away a heart was seen in the form of a poem.