I have previously written about my love for Stanisław Lem's Cyberiad and its story in which a poetry machine is set the task to write a poem on love and tensor algebra. And does. I have also written a short essay on the translations of the text, in Riss back in the day (2015, I think), which you can find here.

Anyway, what with the current interest in the new ChatGPT AI which purports to be able to write any kind of text about anything, it was obvious what had to be done. Here is ChatGPT's attempt, for posterity, on being given the prompt "Let’s have a love poem, lyrical, pastoral, and expressed in the language of pure mathematics. Tensor algebra mainly, with a little topology and higher calculus, if need be. But with feeling, you understand, and in the cybernetic spirit":

O my dear, my darling, my love,
You are the tensor of my heart,
A matrix of beauty and grace,
Your symmetry fills my soul with wonder.

Your curves are the stuff of topological dreams,
But it is your tensors that truly amaze,
As I map your contravariant and covariant spaces,
I am lost in the beauty of your mathematical form.

But in this realm of pure abstraction,
I find a warmth and a tenderness,
For in the language of mathematics,
I can express the depth of my love.

So let us dance together in this space of numbers,
As we explore the limits of our love,
In this world of tensor algebra,
Our hearts are eternally entwined.

I would tend to prefer Michael Kandel's version, still. For one thing, it scans, for another it rhymes -- and its intricacies are beautiful where this falls back on commonplaces. That said, it IS a poem on love and tensor algebra by a machine mind.

(For the record: it refuses to complete Edwin Drood.)