Compsci Love Poem:

Let me love Compsci with a true mind
where love is not love,
where altercations be no obstacle,
or changes with the change in time.
Let it be an ever-fixed mark,
that looks on storms and is never shaken;
Compsci is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth is unknown.
Compsci alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
It is love. Love is Compsci.