Monday, 12 May 2014

Heart of Science



We're so proud of our science
like beaming parents at a nativity.
We put the hows on a plinth
like Jupiter or Mars
and frame paintings of whys,
give them pride of place.
But the physics of love
don't change a thing.
It only matters that we feel,
not how it came to be.


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