๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.
Chemistry bonded our actuating atoms sans strife
Biology bred our sagacious systems to form life
Physics calculated our physique to be compatible
Geology asserted that our love theory is acceptable.
It was in the 17th century when I wonder upon how apples fall straight on the ground.
I engraved upon my book Philosophiรฆ Naturalis Principia Mathematica the observations of the inevitable force of gravity that makes apples fall on the ground; while I fall upon you โ the apple of my eye.
Perhaps not my eminence in physics but the beauty of your biology which stimulates the natural forces of the earth bringing me to you. I scarcely believe pseudoscience; I follow the footsteps of Galilee.
In 1687, the force of intellect grew wider as my feelings for you sprouted into powerful scientific evidence.
And now I write:
I would have not loved you if not for the beauty you possess.
"Objects at rest will tend to stay at rest; objects in motion will tend to stay in motion unless acted upon by an unbalanced force."
I was at rest; your beauty awakened me
You are my most beautiful force
You made me fall in love
Now let us jump upon the third law:
"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."
I loved you; isn't it just rightful to love me back following the fundamental laws of science?
However, you did not.
And therefore, I conclude:
The action I profess was loving you
But I obtained not an opposite reaction, but rather an opposite feeling of the latter.
You did not love me back.
And so I died a virgin.
Chemistry cut the ties of our actuating atoms sans life
Biology broke the utterances to make you my wife
Physics calculated and got an answer of zero
Geology asserted that there's no love hitherto