I think, in truth, that I shall never see
a pocket-filling block to rival this.
Could better friend than thee, o iPhone, be?

Except for fear of moisture, I would kiss
your clean-lined form, and know I’ll never own
a pocket-filling block to rival this.

Your screen so touchable, as smooth as bone,
your compass…gyro…hidden deep within
your clean-lined form. And no, I’ll never own

a fraction of your App Store’s offered sins.
Some use your GPS, while others need
your compass…gyro…hidden deep within.

With you I never will miss tweet nor feed.
The people ‘round me…happy with their phone?
Some use your GPS, while others…need….

Apart from you, my most beloved one
I think, in truth, that I shall never see
the people ‘round me happy with their phone.
Could better friend than thee, o iPhone, be?