I originally wrote the following poem for school back in 1993. In preparation for a medieval-themed festival that year, we had to write love poems to inanimate objects in the form of Shakespearian sonnets. However, we were not taught the correct rhyming scheme for sonnets, which is why the following doesn’t conform.

What power did I feel when first I saw thee
In a package of designs which I cannot compare
With any other brightness? Nay, not torch nor lamp nor sunlight
Nor any other beauty that I see.
What relief it was to see that something of thy kind
Could rise so high above the rest and stretch my mind
And all experience it hath had of knowing beauty.
How it paineth me to think of any other lovely thing on Earth!
I cannot do it; thou doth hold me in thy power.
I cannot help but coming back to play thee -
And so good thou art to play, computer game;
Thy graphics, sound and story all combined.
And how smoothly things do scroll across the screen
When thou art there. No other shall I ever love the same.