Ever since from heaven she fell,

Far away from me she chose to dwell,

But that has never stopped me or weakened my will,

I'll keep writing till I exhaust my last cell,

But though she always says that  I write so well,

I still can't get through her heart, not even with a powerful drill,

Every time I tell her smt nice, quickly she'll run to her shell, 

Sometimes I wish I can get inside her and scream and yell,

I do, and one day I will....till I get through that heart made of metal, 

I know my words mean nothing to her and that they'll never ring a bell,

What she doesn't know is that only because of her I'm able to excel, 

And because of her, one day, I might easily win the prize of Nobel! 

And that when she is not around, the whole world becomes null

So let her dwell in her shell, and let the whole world burn in hell.