Counting all of the ways, like counting sheep,
And listing all of her whys, she fell asleep,
Trying to find the right words that’d best convey
What swelled in her heart for Valentine’s Day.

She woke the next morning in the exact same place,
Cheek pressed to keys, a word on her face –
More poetic than the words shown on the display,
Yes, “qwerty” was what she was trying to say.

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