A world of Wi-Fi wonders and emoji snogs
where digital parts prance in private blogs
I met a flame a digital delight
an almost lover glistering in virtual night.
Her pixels were poems her emoticons sweet
we'd LOL together our connection discreet
But in neural networks of likes and shares
I realised that in love we were binary pairs.
Her messages were cryptic like a well-coded game
I deciphered its symbols but no sense came
she vanished, a ghost in digital ether
leaving me lost, like a redundant feature.
In that smiley jungle my heart went astray
love in this 21st century a peculiar ballet
she left me hanging like an unsent text
my almost lover I’m perplexed and vexed.
No reply nor a read receipt
I pondered our love in this digital suite
In our binary forest my heart won’t recover
I sighed, defeated, "Farewell, my almost lover."
or an alternate last two lines ending for Valentines Day:
. . . . . . .
But in our hosted cloud our hearts can’t entwine
I sighed, defeated, "Farewell, my sweet Valentine."