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
Categories:
chymistry, love,
Form: Couplet
he will find a me
gonna wanta trim
the Ruldolph had laugh
to just to two more-
delight chymistry,
But health Never good
too slow an old friend
out of bound wild
call form Animal
which lead too wrought ****-
blemish the spot mesh
tarnish hatt hardier!
metal daily use
his reputation
up, so thin and fine?
still like her hat mess
buy the pan flute tie
biological
in wake of the work
way technology
Categories:
chymistry, angst,
Form: Blank verse