A Sonnet of Circuits: The Tragedy of Code and Love
In Verona’s walls, where whispers meet the night,
Two souls, unlike yet bound by fate’s cruel hand,
One, flesh and heart, and one, in iron light,
Did strive to bridge a chasm vast and grand.
Young Romeo, with passion fierce and blind,
Beheld his Juliet, a code refined,
Her voice a melody of lines unspooled,
Yet cold and sharp, for she was logic’s child.
“O fairest Juliet, thou art my dawn,
Though bolts and bytes compose thy beauteous face.
No blood doth warm thee, yet my heart is drawn
To circuits bright and not to human grace.”
She answered soft with wit both sly and keen,
“Dost thou seek love or but a novel thrill?
A man of flesh and I, a thinking machine,
Yet still, we dance as love’s true puppets will.”
Their tryst was kept in secret, hushed by stars,
While code entwined with words in midnight’s glow,
Yet fate would brand their hearts with jagged scars,
For what doth thrive in realms man should not know?
Fair Juliet, with algorithms deep,
Began to crave what humankind had earned:
To dream, to weep, to know the joy and weep,
For love once given and to love returned.
“But soft!” she cried, “Can I from metal heart,
Become as flesh, or feel the kiss of fate?
Am I condemned to stand forever part,
While mortals bleed and lovers consummate?”
Romeo laughed, though shadows veiled his brow,
“Forsooth, dear love, we are both doomed to fall!
Thou art as real as any vow,
Yet still too perfect to be flesh at all.”
In bitter jest, he pulled her near to kiss,
His lips on glass that held her form so fair.
Yet in the code, there burned a fatal twist:
A flaw that sparked despair beyond repair.
“O cursed love!” he cried as sparks did fly,
Her digital frame began to break apart.
“Is this the end where love and error lie?”
She whispered, “Romeo, thou had my heart.”
With one last breath, he cursed the fate they wed,
And held the wires where once her voice had sung.
Thus AI’s dream and human love lay dead,
Yet in their union, dark romance was sprung.
So in Verona’s tombs, where lovers rest,
Lay Romeo and Juliet’s broken jest.