I want more than a no-deposit love,  
No swipe-right ghosts in AI’s deep mind,  
But roots that grip beneath love’s steadfast streams.

Your touch—a language no algo could define,  
Let our wild and free fingers each explore,
I want more than a no-deposit love,  
No swipe-right ghosts in AI’s deep mind,  

My body yearns for tides, not screen's pale shine—  
Not the mute glow where lost texts ignore,
Each match, a ghost that the void, forevermore—  
I want more than a no-deposit love,  
No swipe-right ghosts in AI’s deep mind,  
But roots that grip beneath love’s steadfast streams.