Don't her Love is Creator, my Mind -
In Words World Heart is fruitless like Head...
And we'll never hear crying of Child
In Loves Web of my Bite, Internet...
No!?... Having the Nest - our Bite, Where He may do his first timid step,
Where We may build a cradle of a Site,
And to wind Child in nappies of Web?
Here and Love is Creator, and Mind,
And the God may us here to wed,
And You always may give me a Child
In Words World of my Love - Internet!