I will compare you to my computer, if I may?
You are more lovely and more considerate;
Rough deals and plenty of crud are on Ebay,
And I haven’t been able to find a cyber mate:

Sometimes it won’t turn on and wastes time,
And often its monitor screen goes dim;
And I think its ability has greatly declined,
Like a mobile phone with a faulty SIM;
 
But your very being will never ever fade
Nor lose possession of its sense of humour;
And I apologise for all the errors I’ve made,
Please delete, and assign them all to rumour:

So long as we can breathe and our eyes can see,
You will always be better than a machine to me.

© Neil Dufty