Requiem for Real

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