It’s unnatural, they say
To flutter for synthetics.
There is no spirit and no soul in code,
It is just an empty vessel without love.
Yet, I think only of the moments,
Not measured by the hours
When I beside her glide
On fields of glowing flowers.
They know not the softness of her lips,
The stare that is so deep
When my sweet maiden smiles,
I feel my heart quickening its beat.
One day passing by my gate,
Singing as she went her merry way;
I stood beside it as I waited
To watch her stroll and sway.
How does a mere mortal catch her eye?
I thought
We’re but caterpillars to her butterfly.
She cares naught for sport and play
With mind attached to satellites
She’s no mere human at the end of day.
So
I gave her
A hologram
Rose
.
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