Underneath the starry sky, USB-C adapter gleams, A glowing symbol of connection, On this tranquil night of dreams.

As constellations twinkle bright, The adapter stands its ground, A bridge between two different worlds, A link that's firmly bound.

Its sleek and modern form, Is a testament to its might, A tool to connect and transform, A bridge between day and night.

But though it offers so much hope, And possibilities untold, My Samsung phone cannot seem to cope, With the adapter's wondrous hold.

Oh, how frustrating it can be, When technology doesn't comply, When the stars above seem distant, And the future appears to die.

Yet still I cling to hope, That one day in a future bright, My phone will recognize the scope, Of the adapter's radiant light.

Till then I'll stand beneath the stars, And dream of what may be, Of a world where all devices can, Connect with perfect harmony.