Life seems increasingly mapped out by digital rules,

A series of simple cause-and-effect statements, trying to understand,

The profound mysteries of our journey,

And trap our vibrant experiences in cold information.

People claim that love is merely a calculation,

A matching of interests and opinions,

But reducing everything to basic choices stifles the spirit,

And dims the light of a truly feeling heart.

We are not emotionless formulas, precise and bright,

Analyzed by an impersonal, distant screen,

We are the raw honesty found in the quietest moments,

And all the intricate feelings that remain unspoken.

You cannot measure the comfort of your head,

Nestled against my familiar shoulder,

Or how the quiet moments we share,

Grow warmer as the colder days pass by.

There’s no preset plan for how we met,