I'm waking up into the system
That welcomes you back into the embrace
Of the marvel of wireless communications
Diagnosing love for rain and joy for daze
Between these fine lines of verbal exchange
Regrets seem as if an obsolete language
For as soon as I hear your cryptic tone
Hope troubleshoots into me like a viral rage
Configure my soul back into your memory
So again I can become your wireless savior
To converse in all matter that would pacify you
Computing hope against pain and courage against failure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this poem is so smooth and flawless, reading it was a breeze