Her mirror-eyes
capture the sunshine
& she is as fresh as a summer rain
with a thick flowing mane
ever so fine.

Her metallic-lips
paint
a lovely tale,
possesses skin
like the purest snow,
capturing looks
always
without fail.

But some say,
"Don't be foolish,
she’s a robot!"

So I ask,
“How can anyone love a robot,
I know better?”