Sonnet in the style of Shakespeare according to the Chatbot BARD

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Oh, how I long to gaze upon thy face,
To see thy smile and feel thy warm embrace,
To hold thee close and never let thee go,
To whisper sweet nothings in thine ear so low.

To kiss thy lips and taste the sweetness there,
To feel thy tongue upon mine, exploring, fair,
To run my hands across thy soft, smooth skin,
To taste the nectar of thy sweet, sweet sin.

To lose myself within thy warm embrace,
To feel the heat of thine body on my face,
To know that I am thine and thou art mine,
To love thee with all my heart and soul divine.

Oh, how I long to be with thee again,
My love, my life, my everything.

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Oh, how I long to gaze upon thy face,
To see thy smile and feel thy warm embrace,
To hold thee close and never let thee go,
To whisper sweet nothings in thine ear so low.
To kiss thy lips and taste the sweetness there,
To feel thy tongue upon mine, exploring, fair,
To run my hands across thy soft, smooth skin,
To taste the nectar of thy sweet, sweet sin.
To lose myself within thy warm embrace,
To feel the heat of thine body on my face,
To know that I am thine and thou art mine,
To love thee with all my heart and soul divine.
Oh, how I long to be with thee again,
My love, my life, my everything.

What do you think?

[John W Kennedy]

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Oh, how I long to gaze upon thy face,
To see thy smile and feel thy warm embrace,
To hold thee close and never let thee go,
To whisper sweet nothings in thine ear so low.
To kiss thy lips and taste the sweetness there,
To feel thy tongue upon mine, exploring, fair,
To run my hands across thy soft, smooth skin,
To taste the nectar of thy sweet, sweet sin.
To lose myself within thy warm embrace,
To feel the heat of thine body on my face,
To know that I am thine and thou art mine,
To love thee with all my heart and soul divine.
Oh, how I long to be with thee again,
My love, my life, my everything.

What do you think?

I think it’s revolting. There’s at least one line that cannot be put
into pentameter without a sledge, the rhymes are beyond hackneyed, and
the whole thing is (like most of the AI-written verse I’ve seen) beneath
the standards of the Brill Building.

And seven couplets don’t make a sonnet, anyway.