In shadows of our glowing screens, we seek, we pine, we dream, Can love be found in pixels bright, or is it not as it seems? Words swapped in silent whispers, echoes in the stream. Photos polished to perfection, a false reality we paint, Is this connection, is this affection, or just another constraint? In the vast maze of the web, do we touch or merely feint? We double-tap to validate, measure worth in 'likes' we collect, In this digital age love, what is real, what is suspect? Are we closer than ever, or lost in disconnect? {end}
