The Bomb
You, my dear, are a bomb
You have reduced me to sheer atoms
With the force of your eloquent words
Stronger than any weapon that the hands of man have produced
And though I have warned you to stay away from me
For while you are nitrogen, I am lithium
And I shall only hurt you if we touch,
You have approached me
And held my trembling form in your arms
And stood, unflinching
In the face of the explosion
Protest, my dear, when I say that you are composed of sheer dynamite
But know that nobody else could have caused such a spark in my heart
As you have