The Doll
I see you with it in your arms
Its scent, its look, its feel
They’re calming
I fall in love a thousand times
To see you in maternal beauty
I feel compelled to be its father
I feel like I love you
I know that it isn’t real
And I know that these feelings
Are the ones the programmer wants me to feel
All this I know full well
And after I leave
Without getting to hold you
Because of our imagined child
I feel a sense of regret
As if a marriage
If only one in the mind
Had just broken down
Its scent, its look, its feel
They’re calming
I fall in love a thousand times
To see you in maternal beauty
I feel compelled to be its father
I feel like I love you
I know that it isn’t real
And I know that these feelings
Are the ones the programmer wants me to feel
All this I know full well
And after I leave
Without getting to hold you
Because of our imagined child
I feel a sense of regret
As if a marriage
If only one in the mind
Had just broken down