Maybe Machines Can Love?

They said that intelligence was something to do with it;
Maybe the way they acted, the way that went along by the fit.

Someone to love, always there by the side;
No one notices it, no one cares to bide.

Was it because the ancient chobits wasn't placed within?
Or simply that no one could deal with the placement of kin?

So small, not even the size of a regular one;
How could they place such a tiny body to love the master's only time for
fun.

A portable, something that is carried like a tool;
How can these real beings be such fools!

No one cares about the love I feel, the one already taken;
Too late to say anything, with out fear of being a fake.

All that can go on is accept the true and simple fact;
Those machines can love, and no one should deny that act.

Circuits broken just as easily as hearts, the intelligence in demise;
All I pray for is that one-day my love will suffice.