We hold hands at conventions
He gives me flash drive roses
We have dinner at a Cyber Café
Where I give him a gold game controller
We fight over which game is better
Then we kiss and make up
He still whispers his game is the best
I let him have it, cause I’m too happy to argue
We talk code all day
On the couch we play games
The battle goes on and on
Until we fall asleep, me in his arm
With the TV still on
I wake up and smile
And tell him he’s such a geek
He smiles and says I’m one too, and it’s true
But it’s ok
Geeks need love too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AhAha Nice Nerds are better tho