In Search Of

Well who are you, ISO, will I ever know
Beyond a number and pithy abbreviations
That are your signal light in printed tow
As you pass unknown in your considerations?

Perhaps you'll become the love long sought
Or a friend who also keeps hope's road alive
Or a pleasant evening's companion never forgot
Or a humorous oblique interaction we survive.

Reading your ad and starting to dream
Knowing what a romantic fool I may be
Not knowing if my fantasy will be set free
To grow or wither as our moments may deem

Well dear ISO the will-we-meet all depends
On how your answer to my greeting ends