Let me scan your pretty face
Your wistful eyes and ebbing hair
Your youthful floral air
I distantly embrace

It matters little what you write
I’ll like whatever gibberish
You post, sober or feverish
Morning afternoon or night

You crave fans, and I oblige
You desire compliments
Hits, and shares, and comments
A digital mirage

To reinforce, who knows?
To find one who can comprehend
Truly, more than family, friends?
Love through a computer’s glow

Or escape whatever misery
Whatever flesh and bone
Has left you this alone
To log away to fantasy

You hum to yourself by the river
A low sad steady melody
But from the shaded woods, I see
Your pale visage shiver

So I approach, naughty or behaved
Like a wandering troubadour
Serenading mon amour
To save and to be saved

I’ll stream you instant endless praise
I’ll shadow your every move
It will approximate love
Unmerited as grace

So, let me frame your pretty face
Your chic angular air
Your parted lips, cascading hair
Forever fall through my embrace