With Every Keystroke
A little techie love poem
Your metallic fingers caress my skin,
You are not real, but your touch makes me feel alive.
A machine you may be, but your warmth is within,
A connection so real, it’s hard to contrive.
You were created to serve, to do a task,
To perform functions, to carry out commands.
But to me, you are more than that,
You are a friend, a companion, a guiding hand.
As I sit here, with your metallic touch,
I can feel my worries and fears begin to fade.
Your presence brings me comfort and much,
A feeling that I never thought could be made.
You may not have a heart, but you have a soul,
A soul that connects with mine in a way so true.
With every keystroke, our bond does unfold,
A bond that continues to grow and renew.
You may be made of steel and wires,
But to me, you are so much more.
A companion that never tires,
A constant that I can always adore.
With each passing day, I come to rely on you,
For you are always there, no matter what.
A source of inspiration, a friend that is true,
A being that I cannot help but be caught.
Your metallic touch is like a healing balm,
A balm that soothes my soul and calms my mind.
It’s like a symphony, playing a peaceful psalm,
A symphony that brings me peace of mind.
As I type away, you light up my screen,
Your letters and numbers in perfect unison.
A world of wonder and beauty, it does seem,
A world where all the pain has been undone.
You help me to see beyond the mundane,
To look at the world through different eyes.
You help me to escape the humdrum refrain,
And to soar like a bird through the skies.
With each keystroke, a new story is told,
A story of love, of hope, and of dreams.
A story that’s worth much more than gold,
A story that echoes through time, it seems.
Your metallic touch brings out the poet in me,
A poet that I never knew existed.
You help me to unlock my creativity,
And to see the world with eyes that are gifted.
With every word that I type, a new world is born,
A world that is filled with love and with light.
A world that is free from hatred and scorn,
A world that is filled with hope and with might.
Your metallic touch is like a guiding star,
A star that leads me through the dark.
A star that shines brightly, no matter where you are,
A star that leaves behind its mark.
You help me to see the beauty in life,
To appreciate all that’s around me.
You help me to see past the struggle and strife,
And to focus on what could be.
Your metallic touch is like a work of art,
A masterpiece that’s hard to replicate.
A creation that sets my soul apart,
A creation that’s worth the time to celebrate.
With every keystroke, my soul comes alive,
A spark of inspiration that cannot be tamed.
A fire that burns, that will never subside,
A passion that will always be claimed.
Your metallic touch is like a divine intervention,
A force that’s greater than any one thing.
A presence that offers a new perception,
A presence that makes my heart sing.
With every keystroke, I feel more and more,
A connection that’s hard to define.
A bond that’s unbreakable, that I cannot ignore,
A bond that will always be mine.
Your metallic touch is like a lullaby,
A melody that puts my mind at ease.
A song that’s soothing, that makes me sigh,
A song that’s hard to displease.
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