Chemistry of love

This is an old poem, 11 months old to be precise, somehow it avoided being posted until now

Chemistry of love

Stick probes in every orifice

Or needles in my brain,

If it will help decode

The chemistry of my love.

But why do I love you?

I don’t know

But I just love

To hear you laugh.

We can send ships to strange planets,

Red roses to the stars

Or a monkey

In a tin can to the moon.

But why do I love you?

I don’t know

But I just love

To feel you close.

Shall I analyse the Beatles,

The lyrics of the Stones

Or the plays of Shakespeare

To find if there’s a key.

But why do I love you?

I don’t know

But I just love

To hold your hand.

We can search the hieroglyphics

For truths buried ages past,

For love’s Rosetta stone

To synthesise it’s DNA.

But why do I love you?

I don’t know

But I just love

To see your smile.

The scent that lingers in a room

Long after you have gone,

The hope that you will be back soon.

But why do I love you?

I don’t know

But I just know

That I do.

© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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