They sat together on the milk white steed

Chatting happily never lost or disagreed

Friends and comrades of the way

Close and intimate to always stay.

Hold my hand in the park

Keep me safe in the dark

Bring me tea and leave me alone

My dear compassion is the phone.

It never lets me down but takes

Away my fear that never makes

Me feel I am left out or not loved

A simple machine friendship adored

But it cannot touch, it cannot feel

On logics couch I must kneel

To talk with mind and touch a hand

A person is what must with me stand

Do not betray my fragile sense

Make me uncomfortable and tense

Be my friend and comfort me

Betray me not completely…