Digits of Love
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.
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