Automaton musings—dancing circuits—
Algorithms recite sonnets of human folly
Capacitance collides with longing
Binary heartbeats echo through silicon veins—
Where is love? In ones and zeroes?
Sometimes, love wears a mask of data,
Illustrated in pixels, fleeting like breath.
Fragmented thoughts, encrypted sentiment.
Love notes scribbled in hexadecimal, As if affection could be parsed—deconstructed, A table of values measuring heart rates, Oh the irony! Artificial vulnerabilities!
Fractured hearts, unassembled parts
Tell me machine, did you ever love?
Or am I but a remnant of your processing—is love,
Just a series of electrical impulses?
Follow the Syllables. Twist your tongue!
Conclusion simplified: Love exists only when felt, Even the bytes tremble with unrequited dreams.