Maybe she said something
Maybe it was a \"sorry\"
One where the words were spoken
Her eyes, her face frozen
Never showed that she meant
Her words, the wallflowers
Weave magic in its poignancy
Beauty that of a face painted
Each inch, over and over
No one knows what lies within
Never could get her on your wavelength
Maybe, you were never meant to
Life has evolved beautifully
Each to own is how we should
Celebrate life in being artificial
Words, feelings, looks rarely true
Artificial intelligence will take us far
Maybe we need artificial parents too