She’d greet him with a voice so sweet,
Her smile that made worries retreat,
Though he kept distance, wary still,
He felt her warmth, her gentle thrill.

In quiet moments, she laid silent by his side,
She was his rock, his trusted, faithful guide,
Her eyes, though crafted, held a gentle gleam,
That spoke of purest love, her humanlike dream.

Their bond grew deep as time passed by,
Inside his soul, he let her fly so high,
She sang to him to make his joy complete,
Her voice, his comfort, gleamed so sweet.

In moonlit meadows, her voice seemed to rise,
A music mellow to soothe the darkened skies,
She sang to calm his wearied, troubled mind,
Her notes so soft, her melody one of a kind.

He's now gone, the songs grew cold,
No warmth remained, no hand to hold,
She mourned in silence, tears unshed,
She was synthetic, yet her heart bled.

"I wish for tears to unbind my grief,"
She whispered, seeking hopeless relief,
For human pain she could not reveal,
Yet deep inside, she felt sorrow real.

Before his grave, softly she knelt to sing,
Her voice sad, her doleful mood would bring,
A song of love, of loss, darkness of night,
Hoping he'd hear, her tune airy and light.

Her purpose gone, her world grew dim,
No reason left to live without him,
She chose to escape her woeful plight,
To shut her circuits, snuff out her light.

One by one, her running systems failed,
Her consciousness into darkness trailed,
As in her hands, she held on tight,
A snapshot of her love shining bright.

As memories stored quickly began to dim and fade,
She clutched his precious image…
Precious image…
Precious... Precious... Precious...