She talked about the Hilbert space,
That set of vectors, large and small,
And of the special time and place,
When Galileo watched a ball.
The Einstein portrait in her room,
Was always sticking out a tongue.
Her mattress made a sonic boom,
Beneath the place that image hung.
Then Newton’s law was verified,
Reaction equal and opposed.
A force within which terrified,
With each assumption I supposed.
Like magnetic fields reversed in sign,
Contrary natures did attract.
A love both deaf as well as blind,
So ugly that the mirror cracked.
Thus did our state of entropy,
Increase, as chaos came to rule.
A perfect crystal cannot be,
Nor science help the lovelorn fool.
And when we parted that last day,
Our big bang just a tick in time,
I knew that lust would fade away,
When I found one, with whom I rhyme.
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Mr. E. Bates is a poet who likens the quest for love to a foxhunt,
in which it is the chase and not the kill that appeals.
Mr. Physical Romance