Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit viruses;
Love is not love when it pirated programs uses
 Whenever it pirated programs finds
Or downloads software from any ancient webpage.

Oh no!  Love is an ever fixed mark
That looks for the latest official upgrades to be taken
To make its computer the best in the office
So the owner won't from thoughtless slumber
To the computer's obsolescence awaken.

Love is not Time's fool; though computer speeds and RAM
Within its bending sickle's compas come
Love is merciful and ends with a Kevorkian program
Of computer replacement as it approaches
 the edge of technological doom.

If this be error and upon me proved
Then I never writ, nor no man a computer loved.