The Sunday morning was bright and clear,
When she entered his life;
He had named her ‘Daisy Dear’,
And wanted to make her his wife.
Love at first byte was the case,
But it lacked reciprocation;
He loved her from his magnetic core
But she refused the relation.
My capacity for love is boundless
My pixels leave others dumbfound;
Resolution, class, perfection,
In me, SVGA, abound.
“Don’t get fresh,” qouth Daisy,
“ You vain son of a screen,
I already love another
One who is to you supreme.
Don’t grovel at my base,
Or slobber my print head with kisses,
I cannot answer your love
So save your swears, groans and hisses.”
But VGA remained undaunted,
He made one final attempt,
To woo the one he loved,
And overcome her contempt.
He grabbed a light pen from the desk,
And etched it onto his chest,
In bright red the eternal words –
‘I love you with all my zest.’
But before he could enter his tale of love,
Into his permanent memory,
Load-shedding came and took away,
His precious thought – his treasury.
When the lights came on again,
SVGA’s screen was blank,
Where once were sights of life and love,
Was void, cold and dank.
He had forgotten the emotions he felt,
When his eyes had fallen on Daisy;
The incident had removed the last traces
Of the affair, so one sided and crazy.
Daisy was relieved and overjoyed,
To see this madness end.
And just as he was in the beginning
Lay SVGA, at the end.
This tale thus ends where it began,
Reminding us that love is hard;
A machine needs not circuits and memory,All it really needs is a heart.
When she entered his life;
He had named her ‘Daisy Dear’,
And wanted to make her his wife.
Love at first byte was the case,
But it lacked reciprocation;
He loved her from his magnetic core
But she refused the relation.
My capacity for love is boundless
My pixels leave others dumbfound;
Resolution, class, perfection,
In me, SVGA, abound.
“Don’t get fresh,” qouth Daisy,
“ You vain son of a screen,
I already love another
One who is to you supreme.
Don’t grovel at my base,
Or slobber my print head with kisses,
I cannot answer your love
So save your swears, groans and hisses.”
But VGA remained undaunted,
He made one final attempt,
To woo the one he loved,
And overcome her contempt.
He grabbed a light pen from the desk,
And etched it onto his chest,
In bright red the eternal words –
‘I love you with all my zest.’
But before he could enter his tale of love,
Into his permanent memory,
Load-shedding came and took away,
His precious thought – his treasury.
When the lights came on again,
SVGA’s screen was blank,
Where once were sights of life and love,
Was void, cold and dank.
He had forgotten the emotions he felt,
When his eyes had fallen on Daisy;
The incident had removed the last traces
Of the affair, so one sided and crazy.
Daisy was relieved and overjoyed,
To see this madness end.
And just as he was in the beginning
Lay SVGA, at the end.
This tale thus ends where it began,
Reminding us that love is hard;
A machine needs not circuits and memory,All it really needs is a heart.
