How I would love to love a scientist

of curious mind and dazzled eyes

which seek understanding of complexities

in order to bask in their impossible beauty

for they understand the statistical significance

of our lives. Questions

                                questions

                                                questions

perhaps an answer someday. Our love answers

with more than “I Do” and less

than it raises those questions

                                                questions

 Our experiments and discoveries obliterate boredom;

Nothing is mundane once you have studied Nothing

I mean really analyzed and asked Nothing who it is

and who it could become. Science is not cold,

the heart of a scientist pumps blood cells

full of oxygen at 99 degrees

100 when he sees future in the black holes of my pupils.