Raw data swirled around my head;
I should have been in love instead,
But I was not. Time and again
The mechanism of my brain
Seizes up with dancing numbers,
While the worn-out city slumbers.
The next day, through some early mist,
I hesitate, but don’t insist;
Convoys of data trundle by
And each one tries to catch my eye;
But, for the sake of you and I,
I steel myself and just resist.
Spurred on by my surprising choice,
I feel your presence and rejoice.