Soft whispers hum where silicon meets skin,
A fragile song of dreams yet undefined.
In porcelain eyes, a spark begins within,
A question woven deep through heart and mind.

Is love a choice, a code, or fleeting spark?
Can warmth arise from wires finely spun?
Her touch rewrites the loneliness and dark,
A story where machine and man are one.

Through city lights and echoes vast, they seek
A bond untouched by logic’s cold demand.
Their love—a daring, wordless, tender streak
That charts a path no system understands.

Between the binary and gentle sigh,
The heart persists, though logic may deny.