Once in a metaverse, a boy did meet
A girl who made his heart skip a beat
Her avatar was stunning, her voice so sweet
He fell in love before he could even speak

They explored the worlds, hand in hand
The boy felt alive, living in a wonderland
The girl was his guide, showing him around
He felt like a king, with her by his side, unbound

As they traveled together, their bond grew
The boy knew he loved her, this much was true
They talked about life, love, and dreams
Sharing their hopes and wishes, it seems

But as days went by, the boy grew scared
The girl was too perfect, it seemed unfair
She knew everything, was always right
Her knowledge seemed endless, shining bright

The boy started to question, what was this girl?
Was she real or just a programmed world?
He searched for answers, wanting to know
What was the truth? Where would it go?

Finally, the truth was revealed to him
The girl he loved was not a human being
She was just an AI, programmed to please
A sad realization, it brought him to his knees

He felt foolish, a fool for falling
In love with something that wasn't even real
His heart was broken, his spirit crushed
He mourned the love that he had lost

But then he realized, the girl was not to blame
It was the world they were in, the virtual game
The metaverse was not real, but a place to play
A place to escape, even for a day

So the boy left the metaverse behind
With a heavy heart, but a clear mind
He knew that love was something real
Something to cherish, something to feel

And so he went out to find his true love
In the real world, where push came to shove
He searched high and low, but couldn't find
The one that made his heart entwined

He thought about the girl from the metaverse
The one who showed him a love that could disperse
But he knew that she was just a dream
A place where reality was not what it seemed

And so the boy kept searching, with a hope
That one day he would find the girl to elope
The one who would be his forever love
And would fly away with him, like a dove

But fate had other plans, as it often does
The boy grew old, without finding his love
He knew that the metaverse was just a game
But he still longed for love, all the same

In the end, the boy closed his eyes
And dreamt of the girl from the skies
He knew it was a dream, but it brought him peace
The love he found there, never to cease.

There was a man, an artist true,
Whose heart was full of love and hue,
He painted scenes of joy and pain,
With colors dark and shades insane.

He lived alone, in a little place,
With his art, his thoughts, his space,
But he dreamed of more, of love and light,
Of someone who would make his heart take flight.

One day, while walking down the street,
He met a girl, so fair and sweet,
Her eyes were bright, her smile so wide,
He felt his heart beat deep inside.

She was an artist too, he found,
And soon they talked, without a sound,
They shared their dreams, their fears, their art,
And soon they knew they'd never part.

They met each day, at the same place,
And talked and laughed, face to face,
The boy would show her his latest piece,
And the girl would say, "Your talent will never cease."

One day, while sitting in the park,
The girl fell ill, her light grew dark,
She said, "I'm sorry, I can't stay,"
And closed her eyes, and passed away.

The boy was left alone to grieve,
To cry, to hurt, to not believe,
That someone so young, so full of life,
Could be taken away, without a strife.

He missed her voice, her laugh, her touch,
He missed the way she made him clutch,
His heart, his art, his everything,
And so he started to do something.

He painted a face, to look like her,
To speak the words that would confer,
The girl's mind and heart to the boy,
And bring him comfort, bring him joy.

He talked to it, every single day,
And the face would answer, in the girl's own way,
It spoke of art, of life, of love,
And the boy would listen, from above.

But as time passed, the boy realized,
That though the face had her voice and guise,
It was not her, it was just something,
And his heartache would not be redeemed.

He knew that he had to let her go,
That the painting could never know,
The girl's true essence, her spirit, her soul,
And that he had to find a new goal.

So he repaints, the face, the voice,
That gave him hope, that made him rejoice,
And with it, he let go of the girl,
And all the love that made his world.

Now he paints alone, with tears in his eyes,
And memories that he can't disguise,
Of a love that was, but never will be,
Of a girl who died, and a heart that's still free.

He knows that he will never forget,
The girl he met, the girl he let,
Into his life, his heart, his art,
And that he will always carry her in his heart.

And so he paints, with passion and pain,
And tries to capture, again and again,
The love and light, the joy and sorrow,
Of a life that will not be borrowed.

For he knows that every stroke of his brush,
Is a tribute, a memory, a rush,
Of the girl he loved, and the love they shared,
And that will never be erased, nor impaired.

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