Thirty-seven shares her life online,
Having much to say to her close friends.
Intimacy makes the heart unfold,
Radiant beneath love's liquid gold,
The sunlight that a simple thumbs up sends,
Yielding of sweet sympathy a sign.
Sing, then, of love that's neither yours nor mine,
Enduring as a gift none comprehends,
Vested in our character of old,
Embrace on which our sanity depends,
Now virtual, served deftly by design.