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.

end

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.