Generated on Jan 18, 2025, 11:23:42 AMgemini-1.5-flash
The song, a neutral prelude, Before love's dawn, evoked no mood. A simple tune, a passing sound, No feeling deep, on hallowed ground.
Then love arrived, a sudden grace, A warm embrace, a tender space. The unconditioned stimulus bright, Igniting feelings, pure delight.
The song played on, a chance event, With love's first blush, divinely sent. The neutral stimulus now entwined, With passion's surge, a love defined.
Through conditioning's subtle art, The song's new role, a beating heart. The conditioned stimulus takes hold, A story told, a love unfolds.
Now when the song begins to play, The warm embrace, it lights the way. The conditioned response takes its flight, A memory sweet, a pure delight.
No special person needs to be near, The song's enough, to quell all fear. The feeling's there, a constant friend, A love's sweet song, that knows no end.