Dreaming of a sunny day;
Within a cottage;
that rocks gently with the wind;
upon a green field of attraction and love;
Revelling  upon mine dreams:
as is usual within my deep state of early manhood.

Staring at the small device;
Which with a touch of few buttons could call her,
I wait instead for the call of her to me;
Wrestling with the laziness deep within.

My desire to call her dearly;
Attacking the potato,
Who lays peacefully upon his black couch.

The stronger of the two;
Turns its attention to the glowing square;
In the far corner of my room.
watching overly-large cartoon characters;
Making my voice open with merriment,
Not noticing the small vibrations;
Of the small device,
Which lay on that tiny screen,
Her beloved name.