Friday, September 11, 2009
Nerd Love
You're the constant that
Satisfies all my unknowns.
The magical feeling, in Newtons
A force that, in all
That caused the Berlin Wall to fall.
You're nowhere near a flat,
Neither are you a sharp,
It's a lovely melody,
Like a neatly drawn parabolic arc.
You'd stop my Venice from sinking,
The drop that makes my titration complete.
It's a compass that gives me direction
On the geographical map sheet.
Adjectives and verbs fail me,
Sentences aren't supposed to be.
Still, I'll write poem and prose and
Direct plays to prove it’s true,
My DNA will never be complete
Without the presence of U*
U – Uracil in mRNA
