Through screens and texts our fleeting moments pass,
A "like, " a heart, a message sent at night;
Yet in these pixels, sparks of feeling mass,
And whisper soft that something feels more right.
We swipe through lives, yet pause at just one face,
A smile captured, glowing on the phone;
Though distance stands, we carve a secret space,
Where hearts connect though neither stands alone.
Notifications hum as tiny songs,
Yet love persists beyond the digital haze;
It grows through patience, laughter, rights and wrongs,
And finds a depth that fleeting touch betrays.
So modern love, though dressed in wires and light,
Can hold the soul and make the spirit bright.
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