Your sub-atomic particles

mean so much more to me

than all the learned articles

of Darwin, say – let’s see . . . 

Forget romance and learning!

Forget our poetry too –

I’m desperate, still yearning,

as, I hope, are you,

for something wider than outer space

somewhat frail and thin

to occupy a humbler place

somewhere deep within.

For every tiny bit of you

adds up to so much more

than the sum of all your tender - phwoo! 

which, quite frankly, I adore!

Now, will you make a quantum leap,

or a neuro-athletical somesuch,

to a theoretical dream to keep

where you love me so much?