Amorphous affection in control;
Beware the Devil's foothold.
Tailored by trust;
Tasted too much;
Feared by ourselves,
Who scorn Cupid's touch.

Night for man but not machine—
Breathe the heat of the screen.
Alone in the dark,
No sound nor remark;
But then comes morning,
And there is man's mark.

I fear my heart is always wrong,
And I've been alone for far too long.