short message sonnet

He's typing as fast as his thumbs will fly
Hopin his message gets to her in time
So she knows he wants to be her guy

She feels the vibration, sees the little light
resists the temptation, puts up a fight
tells herself she's gonna really try

he drops the flowers there on her desk
thinks the card and candy will do the rest
makes sure he's looking his best

she picks up the card, reads it all alone
smells the flowers, picks up her phone
and types the letters one by one

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