My Digital Bytes

My dear friend, my digital bytes
My lines on a screen that go out of sight
When thunder roars and lightning strikes

My happy lines, my beloved lines
For my favorite signals my heart doth pine
The computer (with Internet) our friendship’s shrine

Face in a box, or no face at all
And besides it a username so small
But for that box and name my heart did fall

Perhaps it’s strange, perhaps it’s weird
Perhaps this is what some for me have feared
That by friends online my heart would be seared.

Is it excusable, is it alright?
To make a friend of digital bytes?
What do I do when lightning strikes?

What are you looking for?