Method of Love

Who can understand the way of a man with a maiden, and

From whence springs love so sudden, indeed, so irrepressibly?

O, how like deranged scientists we are when locked within the grasp of a lady,

Mumbling our equations of love!

They are the control…

If they tell us naught, then what may we assume or how can we hypothesize?

Reduced to jabbering idiots, our hearts melt away,

Victims of the inexorable, incalculable

Method of Love.

* Wrote this in high school