Will you be my valentine?  I think I have fallen in love with you.  Your pretty and black.  Your back is shiny.  You're constantly in my possession.  Sometimes I hold you in my hands.  Sometimes I just let you sit there while I listen to your soothing sounds.  At the gym you pump me up and encourage me to keep going.  At night you are with me until I fall asleep.  Sometimes your loud, but that's ok, sometimes I am loud too.  You never mind driving with me place in my car.  You don't make fun of my off key, out of tune singing.  You have a wide variety of taste in music. 

Oh, iPOd, will you be mine? 

(now if only I was in the US I could subscribe to get CSI episodes on my iPOd every week.  Darn.  Most of the time I love being a Canadian - but sometimes . . . )