Scientist
The Scientist
Ode to you, my
sweet orchid;
once more, for your
love I bid.
Broke my heart and
soul you did,
searching for the
love you rid.
And though our love could be so smitten,
still by your lovely eyes I’m bitten.
Ode to you, my
sweet lily;
you the queen, I the
worker bee.
And though you sometimes
disagree,
my love is lost to
no degree.
And though our love could be so smitten,
still by your lovely lips I’m bitten.
Ode to you, my
sweet iris;
of all things most, your
love I miss.
With hair so soft and
skin sunkiss’d,
I brand your name, my
“Scientist”.
And though our love could be so smitten,
still by your lovely self I’m bitten.
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