Poem: Design is Love

Staring at the blank canvas,
white, pale, and
untouched.

Thoughts race
throughout my mind,
and vivid ideas flow
all to be shot down
with harsh self-criticism.

Cold pasta sits,
and loses its
parmesan smell
as it sits there
untouched.

The clicking of the mouse becomes
the repetitive music
of design,
and the soft
scrollbar sends
a chilling sensation
down my spine.

Endless repetition makes
a masterpiece
with delicately-placed swirls,
sleek interfaces,
and radiant colors.

I create a new
love
with every design,
and render my mind
paralyzed
with awe.

To me,
design
is
love.