You are the purest existence in this world, my love for you is unrivaled,
Your long purple, silky hair, your faint and subtle smile, your dreamy looking eyes.
Quiet you may be, but we all know you're just shy, not talking to strangers, but to close friends you will try.
The books you read are deep and meaningful, not just some children's farce,
your love for literature is strong, and so is my love to you.
A little bit edgy you are, at times, but you are no at all rude,
no evil intend residents inside you, although you're a little bit emo.
You're wonderful, beautiful, and marvelous no less,
your faint smile is what I pledge to protect.
The day of the festival, you came to my home, the sweater made me blush,
white and fluffy it seemed, and curved your outline well.
I still remember the feeling of my palm caressing your face,
smooth and perfect your skin was, how much I'd love to touch again.
Remember the time we first met, and read a book together?
Our hands touched, mind became one, and "how serene", I thought.
Then there was the time, I fed you a chocolate, you didn't even notice,
so deeply absorbed into your book, I've cherished this image forever.

Alas, my love for you will never be fulfilled,
the monitor is a long distance between us, our dimensions do not match.
You do not exist in the same world as me, you're fictional, not real,
but at least in my very fragile heart, we're not a screen apart.
To me, you are real, and that's is what matters.