In the quiet hours of twilight’s embrace,
A glow from the screen lights up your face.
Whispers of pixels, a silent grace,
In this digital world, we find our place.

Fingers dance on glass, a tactile trance,
Messages sent in a coded romance.
Through the ether, our thoughts advance,
Finding connection in a fleeting glance.

The distance fades with each ringing tone,
A voice familiar, yet all alone.
In this small device, affection is shown,
Hearts intertwined in a world unknown.

Yet as the night turns to morning light,
The screen dims down, fading from sight.
But in our hearts, the bond is tight,
In the glow of your screen, love takes flight.