Digital Love

Contemplations and reminiscence

I'd send you a dream in another e-mail

And open my heart to attach,

But it would be hard to explore and unveil,

Since digits and feelings don't match.

The digits of love are a changeable thing

Without a permanent code,

However, the vivid emotions they bring

Still fill the handwritten plain note.

My messages turned to a terrible mess,

Unfiltered, they bury the truth,

It's hard to conceal, and it's hard to confess

They all are mistakes of my youth.

A look through the glass back to winter of fate

Reminds me of beautiful times

When magical digits from zero to eight

Appeared as love fixed in rhymes.