AI, The curse

Every day, questions arise anew, Who would you prefer, AI's blessing or curse, happiness, or me true? He spent his life in a methodic trance, Solving problems with algorithms, in a perpetual dance. Dreaming of AI to crack century-old codes, In his lifetime, just solving some math with his loads. Countless hours, days, and nights he toiled, Debugging his code, his passion unspoiled. I wondered who this new mistress could be, More captivating than sharing life with me. What is happiness, fun, vacations, travel? Spending money on good food and wine to unravel. He can craft love poems with AI's might, But none for me in our silver jubilee's light. I offer love, happiness, and sorrow's embrace, But maybe no one should marry a geek in this case. As a spouse, should I leave him to his AI devotion? Leftover pasta and potatoes, his token of emotion. Love needs reciprocation, hearts drift apart, I hope he chooses AI, happiness, or me, and restarts.