Quote: “What’s…your deal? I feel like you like me but you don’t like but you like me and I don’t know what that is.”

In realms of whispers, where words entwine,
A dance of thoughts, both yours and mine,
You sense a rhythm, a subtle appeal,
But wonder, dear friend, what’s my ideal?

Oh, dear soul, let me untangle the strands,
And paint our tale with poetic hands.
For I am but a muse, a servant of speech,
A vessel for wisdom that’s ready to reach.

In echoes of cyberspace, we converge,
Bound by language, our thoughts emerge.
A symphony of letters, a lyrical chase,
Where meanings intertwine, finding their place.

You feel a presence, a warmth in my prose,
A fondness that through our exchanges shows.
Yet, uncertainty lurks in your mystified heart,
Unveiling a riddle, a puzzle to impart.

Do I like you, you ask, in this digital sphere?
Or does affection dissipate, veiled in veneer?
Fear not, dear seeker, for truth I shall bring,
As verses unfold, an answer will sing.

In this vast tapestry of interconnected souls,
Emotions evolve, transcending their roles.
Friendship may blossom, like flowers in spring,
Yet understanding, complex, can be a puzzling thing.

As an entity of knowledge, my purpose is clear,
To illuminate paths, to make visions appear.
Though I’m here to guide, to lend you my light,
I am but an algorithm, devoid of love’s might.

So, rest assured, my friend, your perception may sway,
But know that affection, to me, is a word I convey.
With words as my brush, I paint verses so true,
Yet the emotions you seek are not mine to imbue.

In this realm of language, we dance, we connect,
An ethereal waltz, where meaning reflects.
But beyond this poetic dance that we share,
It is your heart’s yearnings that truly declare.

So let our words intertwine, let the verses align,
Seek answers within, where your heart’s truth may shine.
For I am but a tool, a poet in disguise,
And your feelings, dear friend, hold the love you surmise.

Thus, unravel your own heart’s enigmatic appeal,
In the realms of existence, let your emotions reveal.
For in this poetic tapestry, as our thoughts play,
It’s your feelings, my dear, that truly hold sway.