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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The closing image of hearts that "fell like Rome" has genuine ambition — it reaches for historical weight to describe emotional ruin, and that instinct to elevate the feeling is worth keeping. The internal rhyme in the opening line ("catches my eye / fails to compare") also shows an ear for sound that the poem could lean into more consistently.

The main obstacle right now is that the poem reads as a single unbroken rush of thought, with no line breaks or pauses to let individual images breathe. Because everything arrives at once, images like "pouty lips" and "waving hips" sit right next to "essence and being," and the tonal gap between the physical and the abstract flattens both. Breaking the poem into distinct lines — even short ones — would force choices about what each moment deserves, and would likely reveal that some phrases (such as "transfixed and mesmerized," which are near-synonyms stacked together) could be cut in favor of one well-chosen word. The Rome comparison in the final line also deserves more room: "fell like Rome" is doing a lot of work very quickly, and the poem might consider spending a line or two earning that scale rather than arriving at it in the closing beat.

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that the A.I. has gotten it perfectly. Nothing much else to say, but I can appreciate the story of boy meets girl, I was young once too. ~ Geezer.