Theory of Love

A Poem by TaylorX

"He had discovered Time and Death and God." -Aldous Huxley

It wasn't healthly, it couldn't be,
The way her knees trembled,
How her insides collapse into a finite
Singularity, compressed and havoc
Personified, every time he was around.

She was convinced that he was Lucifer,
A demon, evil, wrapped in a halo and
Surrounded by golden light. He was a
Storm and she was the town, wrecked
And tossed and torn so much that she
Still finds pieces of her lying around,
To this very day.

She tried writing poems, lymerics and
Ballads, odes to his mouth, trying to
Put his complexity into words, but it
Was like trying to take a galaxy and
Condense it down into a simple planet,
Like trying to describe God, taking the Universe
And turning it into one single idea.

She tells him that he is a supernova that
Acts like a blackhole, that he is a never
Ending sea, constantly lapping at the shore
That is her heart. She almost goes insane,
Trying to name him. A cluster of moons,
A flame that cannot be put out, even when
Covered with gallons and gallons and gallons
Of water. She wants him to understand that
He is a hypothesis she cannot prove, a
Theory that defies Gravity, sends Suns off
Their center of balance, casts planets into
Elliptical orbits.

In simple words, he is galvanic and
He is love encompassed into one being,
And in his eyes she finds Time and Death
And God. He is a scientific mystery, an undiscovered
Star, a dying species that mankind will never
Discover. But, most importantly, he is
Inevitably and undeniably,
Hers.