You are my avid fellow feeling. My affection curiously clings to your passionate wish.
My liking yearns to your heart. You are my wistful sympathy: my tender liking.
Even with such a designer as Turing, it takes more than imitation-games of consciousness to write a love letter.
Still, isn’t there something about this letter that suggests our own, often inarticulate, longings?
*In this instance, MADAM preferred to call herself M.U.C. (Manchester University Computer). I know how she feels.
(Thanks to John for calling my attention to this bit of sweetness).