Chymistry

You speak of love as Chymistry; as if t'were not a mystery Yet no science can explain this thing, of which poets write and minstrels sing You speak of love as elements; of atoms, bonds, not sentiments Yet there's no formulae that can explain, what Shakespeare's words doth make so plain You speak of love as if t'were matter; not a rhapsody, or a heart in tatters Yet there's been no man, nor alchemist, who'd concoct this thing we cannot resist You speak of love as molecules; as metals, crystals, things with rules Yet there's no laws of love, nor of the heart, no knowledge, skill, there's but the art You speak of love as though you knew; what part was false and what was true Yet no substance is there to be measured, only feelings, aye, these must be treasured