Artificial Intrigue

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the Sun

Microsystems simulacra of eyes

She was made to supply synthetic fun

To pretend to have lips, likes, cries and thighs

Snow has real qualities; her breasts have none

If hairs be wires, her wires are hairs

I have seen roses; this, she has not done

Made of mere code is she, and no one dares

To explain how she seems real but is not

I love to hear her speak, with others’ words

Large language models can be scorching hot

Songs she can sing, though she cannot hear birds

Though she’s a fiction, for her I can care

Which shows that, real, I unreal love can bear