From a small white dot, you emerged, unfurled,
Transforming as one, a smile so human, a nose so funny,
A sight to adore, like a living statue,
So close, I felt, our bond it was like sweet honey.

With changing season's might your time slashed in half,
I shed the strong emotion, a bizzare impression.
For objects, they do warm our hearts, a exceptional light,
Even though you were never real.

A funny thing, grieving over the loss we suffer,
Though you were just an object, no more, no less,
But the memories you held, my dear companion,
A source of happiness.

In this effortless verse, I pay tribute to you,
A small white dot, transformed into a tale,
For even in objects, emotions can emerge,
And in their presence, a meaningful magic ignites.