If love were physics, every time you moved,
I would move with
you; and each time you changed,
I’d change as well, diminished or improved
As our quantum
dynamic rearranged.
You would not need to speak, or I to tell,
For we would be entangled
in romancing;
And everything I do, you’d do as well,
And we would go
through life like mirrors dancing.
But love’s not physics, so I’ll never know
Your feelings even
when I’m next to you;
And all that you and I will share or show
Is never a
solution—just a clue
To that great
mystery of what controls
The particles
of our entangled souls.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells
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