Boys Don't Cry

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Having a very silly moment. Got Chat GPT to write me this accompanying poem:
Oh Robert Smith, you are a marvel of talent,
With music that speaks to our hearts, so gallant.
You sing of love and loss, and all in between,
A troubadour of emotion, always so keen.

Your voice like velvet, your guitar so sweet,
In your songs, we find solace, our hearts doth beat.
You are a poet, a dreamer, an artist divine,
In your presence, we feel the magic, so fine.

But what of your style, so unique and true,
You dress in black, with hair so askew.
But imagine for a moment, if you will,
How you would look as a rococo shepherdess, still.

With a powdered wig, and a gown so grand,
You would be a sight, so elegant and grand.
You would sing of love, amidst the fields so green,
A troubadour of passion, in this pastoral scene.

Oh Robert Smith, you are a marvel of art,
A master of love, and of the human heart.
We may be late for Valentine's Day, it's true,
But our love for you, is forever, and ever anew.