In the light from the screen,
I saw your silhouette
deeply immersed on what's written,
with hair slipped hanging on your face
saw light shining those little vines,
that twisted like a ripe vine
face glimmering by that soft light,
glowing like a kindle in a firelight
your swinging chair produced a sound,
like a nightingale on a winter dusk
and fingers tapping those little keys,
whose clicking filled the air around
and as I inhaled them,
I felt resurrected.
describing a girl I saw using a computer and she was looking really pretty but didn't saw her whole face just a side and above is just explanation of what I saw.