The code flows on, logic divine, In lines of text, it does confine. No room for love, in this domain, Just algorithms, devoid of pain. No time for sorrow, no room for tears, In this realm of bytes, devoid of fears. For in the matrix of ones and zeroes, A programmer's world forever glows. But amidst the code, a spark does gleam, In the silent hum of a programmer's dream. For within the lines, where bugs abide, Lies the joy of creation, where passions reside.