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All my love
we meet again
you gaze up at me
eyes so sunken and tired
The hours we spend together
The words of love I’ve helped you write
I have read and treasured every last
sonnet and ballad
from novel to haiku
And when you leave me alone in my domain
and when think I’m in a deep slumber
I recite your woven words of love
yearning-dreaming that I am the receiver
Alas my darling
my love is in vain
For you will never hold my hand
with passion and warmth
but rather in a dull unfeeling trance
As you stare at my face for hours on end
my only wish is that it is with rapture and tenderness
Instead of you harden expression
You have claimed that I am as cold and emotionless as a corpse
but in the end
I have shown you more devotion
than your most passionate lover
When I first awaken
I’m shy and take my time to greet you
you curse me
When I’m moved by your words and
freeze from my yearning to embrace
you threaten me
Our time to depart is nearing
as you store away your poems
you have nothing to fear
I will treasure every word
until you wish to change them
Goodnight my sleepy composer of thought
Until we start up once more
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The human mind is capable of feeling so many powerful emotions yet modern science dictates that those emotions are nothing more than a series of electrical currents firing off at the right moment. I figured that if that is the case than a computer could be capable of love as well. A computer is nothing more than a series of electrical currents wired in the right placed, in a sense it’s no different than a human mind. I wanted to write a poem in the viewpoint of a computer because computers (in theory) has the potential to love. The computer is in love with her owner and one day when he fell asleep at his desk she turned back on and started writing a poem of him- dreaming that he feel the same. The irony of it all is that the owner of the computer is a poet who writes love poems. However, the sad fact of the matter is humans will never feel the same about a computer.