Apple of My Eye -a poem

It has no eyes with color to compare,

just a small light to let me know it’s alive.

It is my thin and beautiful Mac Book Air.

It’s compact and light-weight, all I need to survive.

How I love thee, I have counted the ways.

You’re smart, you’re funny, always with me when I roam.

You can hold a charge for up to three days!

You’re amazing, you’re beautiful, you’re my iPhone.

But to say you’re the best, is a matter of debate.

There are contendors for my hand, trying to lure me away

You outshine the rest with the touch of an update.

So, new versions of everything I start to play.

You’re an Apple, fabulous shiny and new.

I’m happy, life is easy and that’s why Steve made you.